I’ve been up and doing things this morning now I’m writing. Sort of a backwards start to the day, but why should every day start the same way.

Had a good day yesterday. Bought some shelving to use for my garage storage. I’d been looking at cabinets with doors, but that’s pretty much an invitation to critters of all sorts to call the place home as I discovered with my old wooden cabinets.

I was attacked at the gas station yesterday. Totally unprovoked in my opinion. The attacker obviously had different ideas.

Yesterday was a surprisingly dour day. I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t. The anniversary of my wife’s death took most of the air out of my sails. Luckily, a coterie of friends stood by with words of love, and words of encouragement.

Here we are. August 4. The second anniversary of my wife’s death. Last year I took off my wedding ring. It seemed as good a time as any to admit the obvious.

Drove into Houston yesterday to visit my ENT specialist. A persistent cough was proving troublesome. The visit lasted less than 20 minutes.

There’s a heavy wind this morning. No idea what that means. Just disturbed air going from here to there in a hurry. Meanwhile, we bounce from the 70s at night to near 100 in the day.

It’s Monday. I’m late in the writing, for no good reason, actually. I have started taking Sunday’s off, which is why I had no words to offer yesterday.