Happiness. It's relative.
The sound of the lawn being mowed by someone not me is delicious.
Later, I’m going to make myself a bowl of instant mashed potatoes and that will be a travesty but also delicious considering my current food choices.

This morning, I found my dog after he’d disappeared at a big dog park, and other people were looking for him (he was that lost), by going down a dense overgrown path to the river where he was standing very far away on a little slip of land in the river chewing grass like a lost horse.

The discussion in our writing group turned to the perfect sentence today, so a writing friend read one that he had been working on for some time and it was, indeed, beautifully constructed and quite compelling, leading me to think I should be more deliberate in what I write and not always be in such a hurry.
I’m revising a story about a dad and daughter who go fishing and how the dad’s expectations of the daughter’s toughness is both good for the daughter and very wearing to their relationship, a subject I know quite a bit about, especially the part about getting a hook out of a northern pike’s mouth while someone watches.
The NFL Draft is tonight which means New York strip steaks and double-baked potatoes for those of us not eating instant mashed potatoes, not the first time life’s gone on without me.


Well that’s some serious football TV and dinner in your house! I hope you had some ice cream for dessert, or at least chocolate pudding. The dogs seem to be getting more adventurous lately…or have they always wandered off but come back?