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.

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.
Ordering funeral flowers
Sad.
The doctor said it could happen soon. Hours or days. He recommended calling in the troops.



My father was moved to a hospice facility last night. It’s the same facility my mother went to in February 2023.
That’s not the cosmic coincidence the title of this post refers to.
He is in the same room. He’s in the same bed.
At first I was completely freaked out by this. Now, after stewing over it for about 12 hours or so, I’m beginning to see the romance behind it. He’s not aware of it, but if he were he’d probably be delighted by it. I’m going to try to choose to feel the same.