Happiness is an inside job

All the good I could’ve done has been done. The emptiness is overwhelming. And only tomorrow is standing in my way. Tomorrow is a brute that I’m finally going to stand up to.

Then there’s Air France flight 447. Pilot goes to take a piss, copilot completely fucks up, pilot returns to ‘Fuck!’

Sitting on my backyard patio listening to the wind strumming the lilac’s limbs. Sunlight dancing on the cottonwoods across the street. Crystal blue Idaho sky.

Summer. I so love it.

Sexton skipped Sunday school today. There be consequences.

It’s a question I’ve had, like, forever: Why can’t cows be trees? Cows and trees don’t really exist as cows and trees. We just make that up. Mmm. So consider a spherical cow. Looks like a bovine seed,no? Trees start from seeds too. I’m pretty sure there’s a big overlap in that Venn diagram. Just say’n.

“Shit! My cows in a tree. Fucking flood, God help me.”

Travis Tritt ‘Smoke in a bar’. Used to be a thing.