Yet Another

O Reader. I doubt that any of you come here anymore, but just in the least little chance of a case that you do, I think some explanation is in order. School is out, which means days and days of wide open space for me, time like I never know it during the school year. … More Yet Another


I think I’m a morning person. This seem to be increasingly the case, anyway, as the needs of my day demand it. Yet the thoughts that come in the morning are of the hazy kind, the less true kind. They come quickly enough–too quickly– like so much water poured from a bucket. I like thoughts … More Morning