Today I am thankful for the wispy pink clouds in a winter sunrise.
Ended the thanksgiving weekend with a trip to the Dakota Inn Rathskeller. Prost!
🦃 Happy Thanksgiving to all celebrating today. This year I’m thankful for Micro.blog and my feline overlord.
The family was lucky enough to grab tickets to a feast of knock-your-socks-off jazz last night at the Plymouth Penn theater. Dichi kicked us off with a bang before Cabare Boreale came and stole our hearts. Finally, Chris Plum brought the house down.



🏃♂️ All these people sharing daily, multi-mile runs and I’m still struggling to do my mile-and-a-half with any regularity.
Traveling through farmlands in the American midwest, I can see the inspiration behind many painted masterworks.
The most enjoyable part of running regularly has been how empty my mind feels when I’m done. I just sit and, as the kids say, vibe.
The good news is I kept all of our pomegranates from spoiling. The bad news is my T-shirt looks like I’ve just killed somebody.
Another rainy day so the sun only had the briefest of moments to make some color. (That’s colour in Celsius.)
The autumn colors only tickled the tips of this mornings clouds for a few seconds before disappearing.