Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.18.18

I do feel out of touch. That is not the debate here. Without much or any effort or attention, I easily find myself unconnected. Seeing so much of the world as on the other side of some glass wall. Or worse, a two-way mirror.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.4.18

This has become important for me. That is why it continues. Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now. Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.7.18

Just got out of work. Poured a glass of whiskey. On some principle. Or habit. This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day…