Windows open. Breezes blow throughout the house. Moxie sits in her semi-Buddha posture on the couch. Renaissance music fills the air via WRCJ. Birds chirp and play and squawk. Day lilies and pin cushion flowers dance in the wind.

A time of taking rest and giving thanks, existing in time but not slave to the clock. I love this life I have and am eternally grateful for all of it.


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Diaries of a Grumpy Old Transman