The brain is on the hamster wheel this morning. We have this sign in our house, says, “Hold on, let me overthink this” or something close. The Wife bought it for the entry hallway, and the Teenager stole it and stashed it in her room. Overthinking: It’s what all the cool Anxiety people do. So…

Day 6: Still no biscuits. We did, however, drive by Hatch in Jenks. Excited for that place to open. (No, I’m not going to write about biscuits again. If you want to read about biscuits, visit one of last week’s lists.) (I could, but I won’t.) I wrote about 250 words of ranting that I’ve…

It’s early a.m., Feb. 25. The neighborhood kids have their sleds out and are using the cul-de-sac as a luge track. The current record is 10.7 seconds held by the little blonde girl with the fluffy pink stocking cap. She has excellent launch technique, and a clear desire to beat the boys. All I can…

For once, the winter weather arrived on schedule. The pellets are pelting. And not hardly melting. As I sit here and wait. For the coffee to percolate. … I’m stopping. I rewrote the end of The Raven to give one of my buddies a hard time last night. Was kinda funny. Also a little bit…

I know I’ve talked about my love of Bread before, but it’s been awhile. And I’m craving biscuits. We went to BBD2 Sunday for breakfast after picking up the Teenager from a sleepover. And I had the bread dilemma: pancakes or biscuits. Went with pancakes, and instantly regretted it. I mean, they were fine, but…

You ever have one of those days … After receiving a bid to fix something in our house that made me weep on the inside, we opted to fix it ourselves. Involves a wall. Well, walls now. And drywall. It did not involve drywall when we started, obviously. I mean home projects never, in my…

Parent/Teacher conferences in the time of Covid are kind of awesome. Every one we’ve had for the Teenager this year (yes, the school she’s at still does parent/teacher conferences for eighth graders) has been via Zoom with all her teachers in one meeting. No running around in the car. No arranging schedules. Just pop on…

​ The other day, I remembered how when I was a little kid, if I didn’t know how something worked or what it was, I’d just make up my own explanation. Like, clearly, the Space Center there off the BA & I-44 had something to do with NASA. How could it not? As a grown…

I’m afraid to look at my Garmin to see how well (or in this case, poorly) I slept. It’s going to look like an EKG. All I know is that it’s early, I’m drinking my coffee, and as of yet, I cannot brain. My eyelids felt slow to respond for at least the first hour…

Let’s talk about my Blind Date with a Book book. Our librarians gave me a book about … Librarians. I mean, of course they did, right? I’m giving them a hard time right now, in case it’s subtle. I mean, the characters are called “librarians,” but it is very much a Gaiman-esque sort of story…