It’s midnight and I am still awake.
Why am I still awake when it’s midnight? I don’t get it. I don’t get me.
What the hell are you doing?
Go to sleep, you dumb ass.
It’s midnight and I am still awake.
Why am I still awake when it’s midnight? I don’t get it. I don’t get me.
What the hell are you doing?
Go to sleep, you dumb ass.
We are out to lunch on this fine Sunday.

I’m delaying gratification as the UPS man brought me a new camera lens today and I haven’t played with it yet.
The kids are here so it game time.
The funeral is over but we are not home yet.
Robin is probably waiting patiently… or sleeping.
Today is going to be a tough day for me.
Fortunately, Mr David Gilmour is here to help.
I’m only a couple of songs in, but so far so amazingly, brilliantly, perfectly good.

I’m all dressed up and ready to head out to my father’s wake.
Jen asked how I was doing. I’ll tell you what I told her.
I’m not ready for this.
Lily thinks I should stop slouching and sit up straight.
Happy Labor Day, everyone.
I just sent this in a text message and I need to share it with the wider universe….
“I’m so old that I heard that Indiana Jones was looking for me.“
Yeah, your humble narrator is old.
Really, an air fryer, an induction thingie, and a toaster oven. Who needs the big kitchen oven?
Jen does. She’s roasting veggies in the oven and cooking quinoa on the stove while I cook chicken in the air fryer and instant mashed potatoes (heaven’s gift, indeed) on the induction thingie on the other side of the kitchen.
We are kind of a team in this house.