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Good morning. 💮☘️🌺

22 August 2025

Before I left home in 1971, I had a 1950 Chevrolet pickup—taxicab yellow, with a few primer spots thrown in for good measure. It’d make a perfect hobby car today. But back then, fixing it up was just a dream. That kind of dream takes money, and money was always in short supply.

Still, I made a few upgrades. I added a tachometer to the steering column, mostly because it looked cool. I mounted an eight-track player under the dash and stuck a couple of old cheap speakers behind the seat. And when I say cheap, I mean bare—just raw speakers without covers, rattling around like they knew they didn’t belong.

Looking back, I should’ve sprung for a generator or at least a decent battery. If it didn’t start after one or two cranks, I had to push-start it. I have no idea what happened to that truck after I left.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” — Dr. Seuss

Doing the writing thing in the coffee shop, after troubleshooting my hotspot (which weirdly didn't auto connect or connect until I restarted my iPhone, it's still spotty). The first thing that I have to research is herbal tea combinations, as I didn't know what blends would actually work. Thankfully, the internet provides and gave me a good point to work from.

Tilda is a character that I haven't got a good handle on yet, however, she's coming along as I experiment while writing scenes.

Good morning. 😴🐶☕

21 August 2025

I left the bedroom door open last night, and Charlie waited until six this morning to come in and wake me. That’s not true, is it? I think he came in earlier, maybe mumbling, and my wife woke me. Or maybe he was already in the room, just sitting there, staring at me like he was waiting for a signal. I’d just turned over when she shook me, so who knows—he could’ve been perched there for hours, silently willing me to twitch. He does that when I sleep in the recliner. Just sits and stares until my eyelids flutter, then starts talking in that gravelly nonsense language of his and nudging me like I owe him rent. I’m not sure if it’s eerie or comforting to have a pair of eyes locked on me while I sleep. It's always amusing.

“I watch because I care. Also because you left the door open.” — Anonymous Labrador

Good morning. 😴😒☕

20 August 2025

This morning feels like walking into a coffee shop, joining friends at a table, and just staring at your cup. Though in reality, I’m already on my second. This is the third time I’ve tried to start writing—the first two were so blah … blah, I scrapped them entirely. It’s shaping up to be that kind of day unless I find a way to kickstart my brain. Coffee doesn’t seem interested in helping. It’s a walk day, maybe that’ll do the trick, assuming I don’t wander into traffic. I might just circle the yard counterclockwise three times, mumbling something indiscernible. Who knows—maybe I’ll accidentally conjure some motivation.

“Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts.” — Anne Lamott

“Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is.” — Cecelia Ahern