It happened again. Dire warnings. Flashes in the sky. No rain. Not even thunder. There’s drizzle this morning. That’s good. But no drenching downpour. That’s good, too, actually.

Durn. Where there should have been a house full of sleeping children, there is only a house with a sleeping old man. And he’s obviously not sleeping since he’s typing this.

I think we’re in the year of the near miss storm. My phone was alive with alerts yesterday. The sky was alive with lightning and thunder. We heard the booms; we heard the bangs.

I took a medical day yesterday. Got scoped coming and going. It appears the days of routine colonoscopies are done. Yesterday was my ten year anniversary procedure.

It appears I may have finally dissuaded a pair of swallows from breeding in my garage. Of course, the garage has all manner of bird control devices in it and it’s scented with peppermint spray, but it’s a fair trade from being covered in swallow poop.

It was carwash day yesterday. I got mine deep cleaned. Inside. It looks nice. All sparkly. I wonder how long it will last. I’ll do my best to keep it up, but we all know how that goes. Good intentions and all.

Yesterday was project day. I finished installing new LED light fixtures in the utility room, replacing the old fluorescents after one of them died.

The grass in the pasture is a light spring green, and the trees are fully leafed. The recent rains did well by us, and all the plants seem happy.

Once upon a time I dug up a coral sage from along the fence opposite my house. I transplanted it beneath the big oaks in my front yard. It was touch and go for two years.

More tales of retail. Yesterday it was cars. Today, it’s glasses, shirts, and jeans.

A while back I decided to start taking my car to a dealership for it’s oil change. It happened after I needed the said dealership to fix a more serious issue with the car. I did this even though I knew dealerships liked to up-sell.

Had a good day yesterday. And I know, it seems as though I’m having a lot of good days recently, because I am. So, maybe I should stop referring to all the good days as good days and just get on with it.

Had a great weekend with friends and family. Drove the roads. Listened to music. Ate crawfish. Drank a beer or two. Now, I’m at the Wile E. Coyote moment, where I’ve just passed over the edge of the cliff and find myself poised for the big drop back to earth.

Good morning. It’s Saturday. Earlier in the year I thought I might go back to taking weekends off. But that has turned out to be a bad idea. Apparently, I need the discipline of writing every day to keep my mind and body on track.

I recently bought a small painting. It’s a picture of an old barn. I hung it in a bare spot on the wall between my fireplace and my entertainment center.

It’s 55 right now and I’m to expect a high of 55. So, at this very moment my day is not going to get any better in terms of the weather, or at least the temperature portion of it.

Day two of the new rule. I pondered all day yesterday, what I might say today. Nothing sensational really popped into my head, but that’s okay.

I’m back. I tried getting up late, writing whenever, and taking days off. But I missed the discipline of the early rise, and the morning write. Maybe I should have been a monk. I

I play Wordle. I love it. My opening word is alone. It has three vowels and four of the top ten letters. It works pretty well most days. But I got to wondering this morning why I picked it. Alone.

I went outside to a fine mist this morning. No telling how long it’s been falling. The drive is wet. So is the ground. It might rain all day.