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        I sit in porch smoking cigar.  Cold’s not bad in light of the sun.  I feel like I’ve done a lot, though I couldn’t give a definition of just what that “a lot” has been—one of those feelings of slow and steady working that’ll maybe suddenly materialize in outcome after slogging with little to […]

        Another test: in a few weeks, we are going skiing.  Over the time: it’s Valentine’s Day, it’s Court Warming for our two Freshmen, Audrey has a friend that is having birthday where “everyone will be there.”  She doesn’t want to go on the trip.         Personally, I don’t care what she does.  If […]

        I’m sitting in my reading chair in the office.  I read a bit, but I think I’m done.  Quiet and mood are gone.  Beneath me, bedroom beneath, my son is on a VR and I can hear him talking and squealing and making noises for something I do not, and have no care to, understand.   […]

               “And you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars.  See that ye be not troubled.  For these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.  For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there shall be pestilences, and famines, and earthquakes in places: Now all these are […]

               I go back to old books.  I go back to old reads—one that feel as friend when, in reading, they speak to me again.                Walker Percy is one for me.  Even if few know or read him now-a-days, I do.                I went back to another read today; one I’ve read, I couldn’t […]