This issue is short as II temporarily do not see well enough to type, text, have to have floaters lasered off in a couple of days. Or as I refer to that, having the eyeballs not pealed but peeled. To create paradox yesterday I received two books, each from a different source. I can’t wait…

Here we are after a month of way too much chocolate and no snow on the ground. Winter forgot us but apparently summer scorch is not forecast in that manner. We shall see and in the meantime stock up on sunscreen and plan on sunrise stomps to keep the muscles working in the cool. If…

It’s that time of year again. You know, darker and colder which to me is anything below 0C. Our long sunrise stomps are in hibernation as walking happens during later daytime and only for short excursions. The only thing we don’t have to whine about is snow as that has yet to befall, pun intended.…

Racing in the rain. The scent of petrichor and wet autumn leaves. The freedom of “raindrops falling on my head,” as B. J. Thomas sang in 1969, while our grins widen as we face the sky. Surely the passing drivers think we’ve lost our senses. We care not as our pace speeds up. Ah, the…