The day is gorgeous though so I write by the kitchen window.

Everyone is napping.

Whiskey is chilling , asleep still, on his dog bed.

A loud plane crosses the clouds and sky.  The sky is impeccable blue.

There is an odd energy since my brithday in the air. Something unholy or simply rather, mundane. Which I am sure can be a blessing too.

I think i am just facing reality simply at last.

The times are so dire, no wonder I write fantasies and too bad I indulge them too much at times online.

A bird is singing.

The last few days have been refelctions on kindness, politics,humility. i want to drop the political commentary though but it seems like it is the times that require it.