Tuesday, April 21st, 2026

I drank a beer earlier this evening and within minutes I was seeing red and purple auras. I tried walking off my migraine at the lake but it didn’t help. I was forced to return home, where I’m now sitting on the back patio, recovering, with a non-alcoholic beer.

Birds are fluttering about. Chirping and chipping as they settle down for the night. A woodpecker is working over a nearby tree. White-throated sparrows are singing their little tune. The Comsat Angels are playing in the background on the CD player. It’s a good vibe.

I paid landscapers to haul off winter’s fallen branches and clean up the yard earlier today. They mowed the grass and trimmed the bushes, too. It took a squad five hours to get it all done. Attempting even half as good of a job would have ruined my entire weekend. It doesn’t always pay to do things yourself.