I imagine there’s a good explanation for why all the air is rushing through Texas in such a hurry. But I wish it would stop, or at least slow down. You know. Stick around a while. Visit.

Spent most of the morning lying in bed thinking it was Sunday. No idea how that cropped up. I was also thinking about the virtual necropolis in my head for all the dead I know.

Grandpa’s big weekend with the grandson is over. Grandpa is feeling a little let down. Like, what do I do today? Things, of course. But not really fun things.

Yesterday evening, as I sat side-by-side with my grandson at the island in our kitchen, eating dinner, he put his seven-year-old hand on my shoulder and said, “Just two guys eating dinner.”

I had a multipart strange dream last night. I missed a flight to which I had already checked in and was standing by my assigned seat for a time. I helped a lady and her friend find a rainbow.

I reach for my glasses every morning although I no longer need my glasses. The new lens in my right eye is working fine and I see well except for reading.

Spent most of the afternoon yesterday on my knees behind a heavy-duty desk that held recording equipment. My job was to pull cables, announce what was on the label, and then pass it through to the owner of the desk, my friend, Larry, to plug into the new gear he had acquired.

It’s a nice morning today, the sort of morning that will lure you outside right before turning on the oven.

Fasting labs. Nothing to eat or drink. Except water. Yippee. Not the way I like to start my day. No coffee. And I like cream and sugar or honey. I should be cranky, or maybe I could be cranky.

Good morning. The daughter and granddaughter are in the house. Today is camp check-in day. They’re off to camp Kickapoo in Kerrville.

We buried a mother, a daughter, a friend yesterday, Sky Jones Lewey. Figuratively and literally.

Woke up. Got out of bed. Went outside to see the sky. It was cloudy with flashing lights. A storm has brewed and is heading my way.

Here we are. A new day. The sun lit the morning clouds in a spectacular fashion. That’s done. The day is started. Not much on the agenda. Plans are in hand for the trip to Uvalde tomorrow for the funeral of our friend, Sky.

Another friend has ceased to be. Now, rather than drive to a birthday party in Houston this weekend, I’ll drive to a funeral in Uvalde.

I enjoy watching the slow progression of life across my land. Yesterday I stood on the porch, leaning against a cedar pole, and looked at the flame leaf sumac with all the new sprouts popping up. I felt good.

I like it when the big news in the life of a retiree is a change in the city’s waste handling provider. It’s happening to me.

My graduation weekend continued yesterday. I went to a party for my nephew and followed that up with a party for the granddaughter of a friend. It was a busy day.

I watched my granddaughter graduate high school yesterday, along with 790 other kids. I wonder what the future holds for them.

I have always liked Slaughterhouse Five, Billy Pilgrim and the idea of being unstuck in time. Of course, I realize it’s a work of fiction, but it’s still appealing.

Today is off to a slow start. That’s good I suppose. It’s cool outside. I watched a grackle feed in the grass. The cats are fed and happy.