Captain’s Log Stardate 2022.2.2. The trip is underway. We made good progress yesterday. Ate lunch at Fort Stockton.

Captain’s Log Stardate 2022.2.1. A new adventure begins today. We launch an expedition into the territory of New Mexico.

The other day, as I drove in down the drive, a burst of wind tore across the yard. It hit the last of the Lacy Oaks to still have its leaves.

Breaking news. The big red bull in the pasture is an interloper.

On Tuesday it was cats. On Friday it was cows. Love is in the air. Or, more precisely, a bull is in the pasture.

I took a friend’s advice yesterday and avoided hard work. I went shopping instead. Actually, I went buying.

Kennels are down. Heat lamps are on. The cats are cuddled up. The cold is here, major league stuff. Low 20s.

I plumbed and carpentered yesterday.

Lots of things running around in my head these days, some pleasant, some not so. This one is pretty ordinary and might be considered a late in life thought.

It’s really hard to beat a day at the cotton gin. So, I didn’t even try yesterday.

My friend Rob has worked in a cotton gin. His dad owned cotton gins. He grandfather owned cotton gins. I’m not sure how the subject came up in our conversation, but it did.

Oh me, oh my again. Went to my friends’ house last night for dinner. Thought I’d solved my Nest connectivity issue. Discovered disappointment when I arrived home and tried the proposed solution.

Oh, me, oh my. I spent most of my Saturday troubleshooting smart thermostats. It was an unequal battle. They are smarter than I am.

It’s only two datapoints, but I feel as though 2022 may be the year my party animal alter ego breaks out.

The outside Christmas lights are down, boxed, and stored back in the attic. Score one for me.

The cold has come again. Hard freeze last night. Winter. It might last three, maybe four days. That’s enough for some. It’s enough for me.

Stood on a dock by a lake yesterday morning. Watched the sun of a new day in a new year light the sky, light the water, light the land. There was no breeze.

It’s me. Again. I’m back. I had a nice time off. Christmas went well. Spent a great day with the kids. Played music. Realized how lucky I was. Am. How lucky I am.

This is it for the year. The final essay. I’ve got to finish getting ready for Christmas, my sinuses suck, I have cataract surgery on the 28th, and I’m tired.

Woke in Houston yesterday ready to go home. A big storm, however, sat between here and there. So, I waited.