This feels a bit like spring. A nice cool morning over wet ground. Of course, June is right around the corner, and we’ve had plenty of hot days. So, I’m guessing this is probably a false positive.

Well. I had a wee adventure last night. As I lay in my bed listening to the storm beat against my window, I heard the rhythmic dripping of water.

Coming home. It’s a quick turn off the big highway, a short drive down the lane, and a turn into the drive with a gate that opens quietly, offering me passage.

Sometimes you go into an evening with high expectations and end up with disappointment. Sometimes you go into an evening with no expectations and end up amazingly gratified. Last night was one of the latter nights.

Went for a drive last night. Prior to my cataract surgery, a nighttime drive was an adventure in blazing lights and disappearing roads.

Took the day off yesterday. Had a follow-up visit with my eye surgeon. I now have 20/20 vision in my right eye. Feels unbalanced.

Back in the day, which is a weird way to say, when I was younger, I worked for the Houston Chronicle. I was still in high school. None of this matters.

No rain. No growing grass. No weeds. No mowing. Normally, this time of the year, I’m busy pulling stuff from gardens and mowing, but we seemed to have reached a sort of stasis.

The big day approaches. Cataract surgery. It’s coming on Thursday. My right eye. I admit I’m nervous. I mean I have two eyes. Lose one and I’m fifty percent down.

Watched the lunar eclipse last night. Shared the experience with a friend via text and my son who came out on the porch just as the eclipse hit totality. It’s nice having people in your life with whom you can share the beauty of an eclipse.

I do believe this is the first time in my long life I’ve ever driven 1,700 miles in two days with one day of rest in between. What an experience.

Spent most of the day yesterday piddling around the yard. Put up some stray yard tools, picked up miscellaneous bits of trash. Put out the re-cycling.

It’s a cool morning in the Hill Country with still air full of birdsong. It should heat up later today. Fixed a toilet yesterday.

Our juvenile trees are enjoying the wet spring. They’ve done a good job of growing up, but now branches are pushing away from the main trunk.

We celebrated the birthday of my youngest son and middle child yesterday. I gave him a set of swivel sockets and custom seat covers, then we grilled steaks and ate that with Parmesan encrusted green beans courtesy of HEB, and fresh cucumbers.

Life it’s mundane self. This morning, in the dark, I fed the cats, rolled the trash can to the curb, and walked around looking at the trees.

I had a dream last night. It featured my wife. It was a short. She showed up at an event of an indeterminate nature. I asked how in the world she got there, since I thought she was in a memory care facility.

I started down a path this morning with my writing, but about a paragraph in I stopped and turned around. I deleted those words, and even shut off the computer.

I had a thrill this morning. I’m on the road. Woke up as I usually do at 5:30. Jumped out of bed, turned on the light, and opened my computer bag. No laptop.

There was a second big storm yesterday. This one brought hail and rain. My son and I pulled our vehicles under the carport and watched the ice fall.