I had a tequila sunrise in a bowling alley for brunch.

This movie:

Fresh basil is growing in the garden.

A grandmother took a broken piano from my garage; when it’s fixed she’ll teach her neighbor children how to play.

There is chocolate in a cigar ashtray shaped like a cat.

 Brian Jay Stanley wrote an essay from which I want to quote every line, notably, “Each person is a misfit and minority in the zoo of humanity. No one is out of place, because everyone is.”

I will go to sleep tonight knowing the ground is wet, the grass is deep Wisconsin green, and my children have lived this long without heartbreak.

For thirty-seven years I have not worked hard enough, but I’ll start again tomorrow and again tomorrow after.

There is music. There is always music.