Morning light.

Another red sun. Coffee percolating. Waiting for the bacon.

The quiet beauty of dead and dying flowers: anemones, roses, dahlias, calla lilies, chocolate cosmos.

Saturday football. There are worse ways to spend the day.

Always put in a load before you leave.

We are right on the field and in the sun. Shorts would have been a better idea. I still don’t know how to dress for the weather.

Cool breezes providing relief.

I flip over the final page. There is still more work to be done.

Pizza for dinner.

A day of real rest.