It is fine to see the neighbor’s pasture at night under the light of the moon, even at a glance.

I had a good day yesterday. The elephant in the room, my new spouseless life, went with me.

It’s easy, as I stare at a blank screen, to think I have writer’s block. But upon further examination, the case is usually more mundane. Generally, it boils down to this.

Here’s a secret. I have an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Its better known as the silent killer.

Went for a late-night walk the other evening. Not a long ramble. I confined myself to the porch. Got to the east end of the south porch and discovered an orb weaver had set up shop.

I like old river towns. There are lots of curves. Roads follow the river, and rivers curve. Wichita is like that.

There was a time when hotels played a big role in my life. Now? Not so much.

Heading north to Wichita. I wonder if any of my relatives every drove cattle this way. Probably not.

I have a small quandary, about the size of a bread box.

I spent most of the day yesterday in a state of anticipation.

We’ve had swallows since the first year the stone walls of our house went up;

Yard work is nearly bearable when the weather is cool, and it was cool yesterday.

Well, this feels nice. It’s 63 outside this morning. I actually discovered this around 3 a.m. when my internal clock kicked me awake.

They patched the potholes on my street yesterday. A big front-end loader waddled up from city hall, which is just down the road a bit, its bucket full of asphalt.

Dad joke time.

My body has decided enough is enough. My left gluteous medius, and I’ll leave it to you to look it up, has decided to spasm.

I love technology. It’s the wonder of it that appeals to me.

I took delivery of my new mattress yesterday. The fee was $90 if they brought it into the house, $45 if they dropped it at the door. They dropped it at the door.

I was walking and watching my shadow yesterday. As I did, I could fool myself into believing it was the shadow of young man…