Whenever I start to write, the voice in my head typically offers answers to a list of self-concerned questions that – in all likelihood – no one else is asking about me.  Which is to say, I am fascinating to my own mind.  Every so often, that monologue may lead somewhere interesting for you, too – but it’s kind of a crap shoot.

So I will just say this – we are having a proper mid-western summer for once.  The rain is falling like it should.  The green is  living up to the task at hand – filling up, expanding, unstoppable.  In the sun and in the rain, shelter is everywhere.