Touch

Keeping in touch — through the blog. Whether or not this gets read is secondary to me. I am beginning to realize that my worst days happen when I am too much in my own head. I worry about no-things. I fear I will never be able to eat again (tube feedings are still a Continue reading Touch

Saturday morning with pineapple upside-down cake

I am out here at Panera, taking in some of their wonderful free WiFi for my own nefarious uses. If blogging is considered “nefarious.” Which I consider it to be, if just to sound contrary because it’s Saturday morning, and I feel like sounding contrary. We are out this morning, as every Saturday morning, Buck Continue reading Saturday morning with pineapple upside-down cake