Rainy Day at Abbey Road

I took my camera to work yesterday, thinking I'd get out at lunchtime and do some photography. The weather, however, had other ideas. I wound up walking the short distance to Abbey Road Studios, the recording studio that everyone on the planet will forever associate with The Beatles, but that's as far as I got. The sign on the wall in front is for one of their sound engineers, who has obviously been there a while. (Longer than I've been alive, actually, which puts yesterday's fears about aging into perspective!)

Last night, Dave was cooking dinner when he spied this "blond ladybug" (as he called it) on our paper towels. It only perched there a few minutes before flying away, and this morning I spotted it on the kitchen ceiling near the window. I think it's just an immature one that will eventually get red, but what do I know?

Finally, remember the potted boxwoods from our balcony that we put outside near the front door of our apartment building? They have mysteriously vanished. I hope someone took them for their own balcony redecorating project.