[If you’re inclined to interpret the Rod Stewart lyric quoted in today’s headline as sending a message, some sort of passive-aggressive jab at a particular person, I can assure you that you’ve missed the mark by a mile. Sometimes, as it’s often said, a cigar is just a cigar.]
Everything in my world is clean, or clean as can be, and it’s tidy. This has become one of my great pleasures — the pieces and parts of my life, just so.
Isn’t that just a wee bit neurotic? Oh, hell, of course it is. I readily admit that I’m wired differently. I live at the intersection of nature and nurture, brought up to be orderly and in possession of eyes that see, a spirit that wills and hands that do.
The Heeler and I were seated outside this morning at sunrise, lovin’ our life on The Mountain. Before that, I’d vacuumed the entire cabin, did a load of laundry (dog blankets) and had breakfast.
I ‘ve been noticing that Miss Smudge is unusually sensitive to temperature. She’s by no means a priss, but there appears to be a very narrow range in which she’s comfortable.
This morning, for instance, it was 64°F in the cabin. She curled up nose-to-tail on the chair in the living room as if the temp was much colder. I draped a blanket over her, and she approved.
When it’s hot, she begins panting sooner than I’d expect. She hates being out in the oppressive Ozarkansas heat and, naturally, she seeks shade. And she always looks for moving air — outdoors a breeze, indoors (or in the truck) a fan.
Yeah, those are things that all dogs do in one way or another. It just seems that Smudge, more than any other dog I’ve been around, operates within a small window of comfort.
Turns out I’ve been legally divorced since 3:13:11pm on Friday, September 26th, 2025. That was the clerk’s time-stamp on the filed decree, which was e-mailed to me this morning by plaintiff’s counsel.
I’ll admit to getting a chuckle out of the subject line of the attorney’s message: “Officially Divorced.” (If you know, you know.)
I’d seen and downloaded a copy myself 15 minutes before the e-mail arrived, so I had the good news by then.
You may recall that the grounds for this divorce in the fault-based state of Arkansas were plaintiff’s claims of “general indignities.” At last Thursday’s hearing, I agreed to waive the corroboration of those grounds (¶5 in the screenshot above) — that is, I chose not to force the plaintiff to prove her allegations. I’d previously denied them in my formal answer to the complaint, and waiving corroboration at this hearing got me divorced sooner rather than later.
From here, the parties take up division of property and debts. I likely won’t say much (if anything) about that here. Regular readers have no questions about where I stand.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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