I'm grateful beyond words.
Feels like a lifetime
Home, on the range
It makes big holes.
Ugh.
I've been sick enough to sentence myself to the cabin, mostly...
Confessing to neglect
That's shameful.
Clean up and move on
I made a good space better and more my own.
A half-moon and the nightjar’s call
Sleep-'til-nooners get none of that.
The Founders are watching
Our own government abandoned its purpose generations ago...
And you can’t make me.
Life -- this life -- is good.
Full circle?
Am I done? Have I said all that I have to say?
Hello, thirties
I had a hot breakfast and snuggled with Smudge.