Absently drinking from an empty coffee cup while writing with eyes on the screen is the equilibrial equivalent to missing the nonexistent top stair-step while carrying laundry.

An aesthetician. That’s what I’m missing. That, and some hair. Also, heel lifts, an intellectual nip-and-tuck, two fresh fuses, and a hit.

Burned five good minutes yesterday throwing breakers and switches trying to figure out why the air compressor wouldn’t run before I realized the tank was full.

My nearly-teenaged niece was visiting my nearly-teenaged daughter this weekend. Much girly giggling in the living room while everyone was getting ready for church. I had just showered after chicken…View post

Was struck recently by how distinctly different “Big White Cloud” sounds from the rest of J.J. Cale’s work, then a couple weeks in figured out it was John, not J.J.