(03) March

Sometimes Mother Nature wants attention. Then she is not content to let some fluffy white clouds float around for our amusement. This was one of those days.

Yesterday we finished putting together some new bar shelves. Today we toast.

Sometimes random words pop into my head, and today's is really stretching it. Pun intended.

Might have been in a bit of a hurry today. The words sort of just fell out.

I sometimes feel like a cartoon character with a big thought bubble above my head filled with question marks. Sometimes I ponder deep, existential thoughts, but sometimes I just wonder, why is that crockpot in the middle of the sidewalk?

Today's pontification is all about fantastical thinking. Come along and use your imagination.

Today is National Pancake Day, which means there is only one word to talk about. I'll give you three guesses. If you said National or Day, you're wrong.

I lived in New Jersey for 20 years. I have lived in Tennessee for four. I still pine for Olema. But when someone asks, I will tell them I'm from New York. My body has spent time in other places but my soul is the shape of an apple.

After a few too many cocktails, my brother and I started asking profound questions. This was just one of them.

When asked what my goals were, I had no answer. When asked what I want out of life, I still had no answer. Not in a profound way. I want to finish this client blog and I want to get dinner started, but... What do I WANT? That's the question for today's discussion.