home again, home again.

This being Easter, tomorrow’s back to ordinary time.  Back to work on Monday for the normals.  I work out of Continue reading →

in the kitchen.

It’s 7:00 on a Friday morning and I’m sitting alone in a hotel’s breakfast nook.  I’ve done the daily reading, Continue reading →

on the house.

It’s 7:00 on a Wednesday night and I’m sitting alone in a hotel bar.  On weeknights, guests of this hotel Continue reading →

blowing out the engine.

I’m not going anywhere or doing anything, but that doesn’t stop me from revving myself up like a kid in Continue reading →

heavy is the head that’s full of itself.

My brain is trying to kill me. That’s what my stinking-thinking’s all about.  I mean, to drink is to die, Continue reading →

God must have tons of balloons.

It’s been said many, many, many times that alcoholism isn’t a drinking problem; it’s a thinking problem.  And sobriety definitely Continue reading →

terminally somethin’.

Know how I know that I’m not unique? Because every morning, God does not lift me up above everyone else Continue reading →

welcome back, ploddder.

Apologies for the 10-day hiatus.  Nothing bad happened.  I’ve been working a lot lately, which is good; not turning anything Continue reading →