Walking with the dog, behind my parents’ house, on a thin layer of cold snow, great-horned owls hooting at one another between the trees.

Autocorrect just changed my email signature from “Alan” to “Slam” and I think that’s how I’m going to end all my emails, now.

Working from home this afternoon and listening to some music. Been a while. It’s nice.

This morning’s cappuccino. Not a bad little heart, if I say so myself.

My son, getting in the car today after school: “Dad, were there people ALIVE in the year two thousand?”

Tile guy working downstairs is rocking Jane’s Addiction, so things are all right.

This overturned trailer slowing traffic down on my way home was … the last straw!

Red sky at morning. Winter weather on its way!

📚 Finished Kate Harris’s Lands of Lost Borders this weekend. It’s a thoughtful, interesting and sometimes wonderfully lyrical story of cycling the Silk Road.

Nailed some Dad Stuff this weekend, gang.