Nothing to say this morning. Oh, I could and maybe want to but what would it change? I think I will stick to yesterday’s theme of emptiness as form and just play a song from the late JJ Cale, a guitarist of high esteem among his peers but not well known to most folks.
It’s called Friday— just like today!– and is a pleasant way to kick off the day. Now get off my lawn!
Redtree Times 
Let us know when it’s safe to come back and play on your lawn!
I hope and believe that I might be a little less crusty tomorrow. No promises, however.
None of us knows when our curmudgeonly tendencies will come or go!
Ain’t that the truth!Sent from my Galaxy