The day started out at high intensity. I got a text from Ironhorse at 8:00 AM that he was “ready to go.” I was still drinking my coffee. When I got to his place at 8:30 he had already gotten started without me. “Impatient?” I asked him as he limped…

Pro Forma
Long day… thoughts and deeds and no time to explore them. So here are some chickens (the gray humps in the back are guinea hens). The Daily Stone

Chores
Mate and I were able to crawl out of bed in time to get in an early morning stroll before she had to start work. Oh look, my oil streak runs all the way down to the end of the driveway (and out into the street). I have never regretted…

In Medias Res (III)
My father was out of the state visiting family when I wrecked his car. As expected, he took the news with understanding and grace, grateful that no one was hurt. When he returned we got to work extricating the vehicles and righting his Escape. The first step was to use…

A Spark of Hope
I suffer from depression, and have since adolescence. The condition has been worsening over the years. Less than a month ago I destroyed the engine of my own car with a botched oil change. In the immediate aftermath the slim buffer of wellbeing that insulates my psyche was stripped away…