Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

This blog could be titled “Random Thoughts on Waking Up.”

Nobody has ever written the Moby Dick story from the whale’s point of view.

Earl is taking his bird feeders with us when we move; I asked if he was giving the birds our forwarding address. He said yes.

I’m going to miss the gopher who lives in a hole in our yard; I can’t say the same for the rabbits.

My great-aunt Celia made the best fried donuts in the world, and – at age five – I ate them without a side serving of guilt. She played a mean game of Chinese checkers too.

I think some people consider me a contrarian. But what do they know?

The builder of our new condo has called me so often that I recognize his number on my Caller ID.

I’ve taken to carrying my new cellphone with me wherever I go. Earl says the next step is to turn it on. I really plan to get better at this when my old land line number disappears in about two weeks.

I really crave a fried donut.