Eat Your Heart Out

The Castle

Because you don’t get to eat my breakfast burger.

I made this!

Admit it; it looks good. It’s a fried egg with cheese and a generic sausage patty from Walmart. The bun is from Kwik Trip. I air-fried the sausage patty and browned the bun on the stove. The egg was fried in a pan using a silicone ring. If you look past the burger, you’ll see a white bowl. It’s full of Malt-o-Meal with raw honey and cinnamon.


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.

Oh, Yes, He Did!

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.

Been Awhile.

Just Keep Running

Yeah, I took some time off from running/biking. But, back at it today. Stats below.



(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.

Pick Up the Van Run

Just Keep Running

I finally remembered that Tina’s van had been sitting in the parking lot at the repair shop where my Flex had its bearing repaired. I left it there when picking up the Flex – three weeks ago! So, I put on some running shorts and my ever-popular “Everything Hurts and I’m Dying” t-shirt and ran to get it. And yes, now I am really dying.