Good Morning, star shine
the Earth says hello.
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below.
The lake is still here. The woodpeckers are still in the pines. The sun is still in the sky. If we’re lucky, and it stays clear, we may get a look at some shooting stars tonight.
Mark’s down at the dock pretending to fish and I’m in a lawn chair taking a brief break from Odd Thomas.
It definitely doesn’t suck.
The only very minor downside is that there are yellow jackets and my car is feeling seriously inadequate parked next to a needlessly large truck.
Also, we have plenty of booze. I know you were all worried about that.
