I reach for my glasses every morning although I no longer need my glasses. The new lens in my right eye is working fine and I see well except for reading.

Spent most of the afternoon yesterday on my knees behind a heavy-duty desk that held recording equipment. My job was to pull cables, announce what was on the label, and then pass it through to the owner of the desk, my friend, Larry, to plug into the new gear he had acquired.

It’s a nice morning today, the sort of morning that will lure you outside right before turning on the oven.

Fasting labs. Nothing to eat or drink. Except water. Yippee. Not the way I like to start my day. No coffee. And I like cream and sugar or honey. I should be cranky, or maybe I could be cranky.

Good morning. The daughter and granddaughter are in the house. Today is camp check-in day. They’re off to camp Kickapoo in Kerrville.

We buried a mother, a daughter, a friend yesterday, Sky Jones Lewey. Figuratively and literally.

Woke up. Got out of bed. Went outside to see the sky. It was cloudy with flashing lights. A storm has brewed and is heading my way.

Here we are. A new day. The sun lit the morning clouds in a spectacular fashion. That’s done. The day is started. Not much on the agenda. Plans are in hand for the trip to Uvalde tomorrow for the funeral of our friend, Sky.

Another friend has ceased to be. Now, rather than drive to a birthday party in Houston this weekend, I’ll drive to a funeral in Uvalde.

I enjoy watching the slow progression of life across my land. Yesterday I stood on the porch, leaning against a cedar pole, and looked at the flame leaf sumac with all the new sprouts popping up. I felt good.