Ouch

I’ve cut one little section of the front yard. My back is terribly unhappy with me.

I’m sitting on the back patio, watching Agents of Shield on my iPad as the wind whips through the very tall grass. In the woods in front of me there are three turkeys hanging out. In the woods to my right there are three or four kids exploring the wilderness.

I’m curious to see if they meet up.

Chadwick Boseman

It feels a little like Neil Peart, doesn’t it? I mean, no offense to Mr Boseman, his memory, his fans, his family, his friends, but this isn’t devastating to me the way Neil Peart was, but it probably is to more people. I just mean, one day he’s there and the next day he’s not, and not only do you learn he’s gone, but you learn he’d been suffering for years and none of us knew.

We’re going to watch Black Panther today. I think we should watch Civil War and Infinity War and Endgame too. The only non-Marvel movie I’ve seen him in is 42. We should watch that one too.