Today’s count of dead mice brought to the backyard: three. I saw Smokey bring one out of the brush this morning. Then, early in the afternoon, I found one dead, unknown which cat was responsible. Then, just minutes ago, Loki came bounding over the fence from the brush, a dead mouse in his mouth. Thankfully, he dropped it before coming into the house.

That’s it for the day. The cats are not going out again.

Simplicity At Its Finest.

Just Keep Running

I took a simple walk, nothing too strenuous. I also decided to scope out some of the Superior National Hiking trails west of Norton Park, just above the DWP Trail. It was an enjoyable walk on a beautiful day.



(NYT) Former President Donald J. Trump said on Monday that the F.B.I. had searched his Palm Beach, Fla., home and had broken open a safe — an account that, if accurate, would be a dramatic escalation in the various investigations into the former president.

I don’t think Nixon experienced a raid during Watergate.

Speaking of which, isn’t today the 48th Anniversary of Nixon’s resignation?


I think not! *

However, for all you professional and amateur conspiracy theorists – have at it!

* Troll prophylactic: Sarcasm!


The Castle

There’s a quote associated with Ram Dass; ”We are all just walking each other home.” But it misses an important point; until we all get home, we are alone, even amongst a crowd. It is when we are home that we are no longer alone.

So, here’s the question – where is home for you?

Home is not a house. It is not a place. It is a who. And my home is in Green Bay.

I miss her so very, very much.

Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t get much sleep, so I’m emotional.

But I miss her so very, very much.

Again, don’t mind me.

Still, I miss her so very, very much.

Tina Rife, I love you.