Seeing my wife off to work, now at my computer about 8:15 a.m. drinking coffee- checking email. So, this is what it’s like being retired. This is how my morning starts, then my expression of it at the piano. Where my thoughts go- my hands play.
No rhyme no reason…
Independence Day… nothing special any more, other than we’re hanging on to our freedom by the thread of our pants. Watched Intersellar, what a strange movie. Like that’s really going to happen.
Mess’n with the Gardner Evening blues