November 20, 2019•177 words
There is hope. Trump. Toast. Pass the butter.
But I'm also afraid the damage has been done. Could it get worse? Yes. The bar has been lowered.
9 times out of 10 scrutiny screws.
Has there ever been a generation that spends most of their waking hours indoors but worries what the weather is going to be like 10 days from today?
For those of you on a deprivation diet, whether it be keto, paleo, vegan, or vegetarian, (and believe me, I have been a ketour), I raise my bar to you.
Was there ever a better cookie bar? No. The answer is no.
For my mind and body, there is nothing more spiritual than Enya as background to a late Tennessee afternoon with a glass of chardonnay and weather that feels like the early spring. A soul-quieting experience.
I have a poem:
Do not talk to me
I have heard enough
and dreamt enough
to last me
- the kirkyard
More later. There's always more later.