“It’s snowing still,” …

Aunt Artist and Uncle Oregon evidentally had The Flight(s) from Hell on their eastward journey. I didn’t quite follow all of it, but it seems there were two unexpected/extended stop-overs on the way. They only just got in shortly before nine, and aren’t sure they’re going to be up to seeing us. I told them…

This arrived at the house while I was hospitalized. I had put this envelope on the lower priority mail pile, as it didn’t look like a bill or something that needed to be dealt with immediately, and so didn’t get to it until later this afternoon. Dear Patient: Your recent mammogram showed a finding that…

There’s a challenge making the rounds at DD now to take the book nearest to you right now, as you are reading this, open it to page 23, and post the fifth line in your diary. Here’s mine. From Lao Tzu Tao te Ching, A Book About the Way and the Power of the Way…

Boston is only a few days away. I finally got things settled last night. My friend isn’t letting me down completely, but she does want to drive back Saturday morning so she can make a flight class she’s scheduled for I’m disappointed in a way, but at the same time I know the Professor will…

My office smells like daffodils. That helps, a little bit. We got snow last night, lots of last-day-of-winter snow. It was still falling when I left for work this morning in big, fat splat-flakes that looked artificial. Perhaps it’s the late date of this snowfall, or maybe everybody is just tired and ready to give…

It’s 2:14 and I’m not asleep.