Got up this morning ready to drive home to a Christmas party house concert, only to discover the party was cancelled the day I left home..

Earlier this month, as I was starting my Christmas card push, I bought several sheets of specialty Christmas stamps. Time passed between the buying and the using. Guess what?

I have a nice pair of dress shoes. Bostonian by brand. I like wearing them. Unfortunately, the frequency of wear is a lot less than it used to be.

I had a good day yesterday. Addressed Christmas cards in the morning and went to listen to music in the afternoon. The day was cool, the music sweet, and the friends plentiful.

An odd thing happened early this year. Beginning around May, almost every time I saw myself in a picture, I saw an emaciated, dead-eyed, wasted, skeletal wreck of an old man…

I bought a new red-cased LED flashlight. It was bright, and I liked it. then I lost it. I was sad.

Time for the old school journalist to step up. I got up late this morning. It’s 7:25. I have to leave in an hour for an appointment and 300 words are waiting to be written.

Well, the pendulum of life just swung me through three days in the funky zone.

It’s another chill morning on the homestead. The cats are fed, and the morning deer have retreated into the anonymity of the woods. Gray clouds are riding a southerly breeze and reflecting the morning sun.

The post-Thanksgiving Christmas party had a nice side effect. I have located the Christmas dishware, including glasses, mugs, plates and salt and pepper shakers.

The house is quiet this morning. The daughter and her family pulled out yesterday at noon for home.

Outside, a soft cold rain is falling. Morning is coming ever so gently into the room. The sink is full of dishes.

It’s a wonderful fall morning. The air is clear and cold. There’s a scattering of clouds where the morning sun can play. The day feels filled with promise.

On the ring finger of my right hand, starting at the inside and just below the crease of the middle joint of my ring finger is the beginnings of a scar.

Over the weekend I pretended I was a young man and donned my road warrior gear.

Word has a new look. Yippee. I’ve been through more new looks over the years than I can count.

Travel days. Into Austin last night for music. Fredericksburg this evening for more of the same. Houston on Friday for football.

It is hard to believe Thanksgiving is almost upon us. But there it is, and my preparations continue.

The festooning has started. The icicle lights I bought new in 2019 are hung from the gutters with care.

I love to travel, but it’s good to be home.