21 October 2017
Good morning, My body no longer serves as a temple, if ever it did. It’s an efficient machine now, rejecting anything less than perfect fuel. My usual two scrambled eggs…
Good morning, My body no longer serves as a temple, if ever it did. It’s an efficient machine now, rejecting anything less than perfect fuel. My usual two scrambled eggs…
Good morning, Rain falls on Evanston. I’m hoping it will abate soon, as we have a day of sightseeing in the Loop planned. Patrick still sleeps. He worked his evening…
Good morning, A tin of mixed nuts sits beside me. I’m digging in it to find the cashews and avoid the pecans, to which I’m allergic but not so much…
Good morning, The stillness surrounds me, broken only by the constant rise and fall of the perennial ringing in my ears. I’ve let the dog outside. Occasionally, she sends her…
Good day to you all. I am on the coast with only sporadic internet. Just now I am in Davenport, California eating at a small Mexican restaurant with the ocean…
Good morning, I keep thinking these Musings have run their course. I tell myself that I will soon have to write about the darker hours. All the good stories have…
Good morning, This city looked so fine last night, wrapped in cool August air and strutting her skinny-arm pose under the dancing First Friday lights. She tossed her wild curls…
Good morning, A song greeted me when I came out onto the porch a few moments ago. The motion light flickered, struggling to decide between its restful daytime stasis and…
Good morning, The alarm rings at six a.m. because I’ve flood-cleaning to do and my sister left St. Louis just after dawn. She’s rented an SUV and packed her little…
Good morning, I look at the computer to see the time and realize that in thirty days, I will turn 62. Surreal doesn’t half-describe this sensation. I think back to…