Life in a small town

Its Friday!

Grab a coffee and have a GREAT day.

I am just realizing, with some amount of envy, that when you’re actually, really, retired, every day is Friday and you don’t NEED coffee to survive.

I can always dream … for a day when the economy returns and I can sell out and really retire.


Thinking of the coffin, the earthly endpoint, as a metaphorical Blue Bin for my earthly possessions.