What I MEANT to Say...

Thankfully doing something else this morning. Enjoyed the opportunities, but somewhat annoyed by the interruptions. I should consider a vacation.

Yes. You can file a sea turtle. Especially helpful if you left rough edges when cutting said sea turtle.

This sea turtle moment brought to you by PETA.

Weary. That’s what my name tag should read. Even amid murmurings of unity there is so much speech intended the vilify. So few things are genuinely worth the effort we put into fighting them.

Soon, I will let it all hang out. For now I’ll just hold it… my tongue, that is.

Whipped egg omelet with roasted jalapeños, diced turkey ham, and a blend of cheeses = my day to cook breakfast.

Then I burned the toast.

Got a small pile of goat skins for Drums, Sansulas, and Gourd Banjos & Fiddles. Before you go all PETA on me - I didn’t kill the goats! I just added to their legacy.

I appreciated Chris Columbus more when I got a day off to celebrate his contributions…

This morning’s walk was underscored by a great soundtrack courtesy of Pandora. On a whim, I built a new station based on nothing more than Bela Fleck. What I got was an hour of brilliant instrumentalists playing one fantastic song after another.

No religious rhetoric. No political double-talk. No sexual innuendos. Just music. And a chance to think about what I truly love, believe, and know to be true.

Thanks again, Pandora.

Yes. I am working at a respectable pace between bouts of not. Working, that is.