One of the many nice things about having a dog is getting up in time to see the sunrise almost every day.

One of the many nice things about having a dog is getting up in time to see the sunrise almost every day.

If I’d realized that this run would be 0.01 miles less than my longest run ever, I’d have run another 0.02 miles. I did run it three minutes faster, though, despite the heat. #run 🏃🏻♂️
It may not be obvious from the picture below, but those sprinklers are not only blocking the sidewalk; they cover the entire right-of-way from the detention pond to the drainage creek. To get around it I had to walk through a parking lot, down the street, and back through two more parking lots.

Combining three of her favorite activities, Ashley broke lose a woody stem, carried it home at break-neck speed, and then chewed it into smithereens. #dogsofmastodon

“That felt like going downhill,” said Jackie.
“We’ve been living in Central Illinois too long,” said I.
(To be fair, it was downhill—just barely.)

I got kinda ho-hum about rainbows when I lived in California, because they were so common. Back here in Illinois they’re more of a big deal—I probably see less than one a year, on average.


Looking through my dad’s stuff while in Kalamazoo for his funeral, I happened upon this photo of my brother and me that he’d taken.
Jackie was in the mood for some prime ribeye, so we got one and I prepared it with a quick and easy mushroom gravy, along with some twice-baked potatoes from the butcher that sold the steak. Served with the nice Triptych beer A Wizard is Never Late.

If you don’t want to get hit with a sword, you might want to consider a different hobby.
My instructor at yesterday’s HEMA class.

Badge from my Oura ring today. Photo of me from my HEMA class last night (a guard position called Tag).
