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Good morning. 🦆🦆🦆

26 September 2026

I think I’m just not doing anything today. It feels like a not‑do‑anything day. Honestly, I’m tempted to stop typing mid‑sentence. Maybe it’s just a morning thing — I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee, and I keep closing my eyes like I’m taking micro‑naps between thoughts.

When I got up, I went to take my morning meds and noticed the Saturday chamber in my pill organizer was empty — uh oh. My first thought was that I’d taken a day out of order, but when I checked the rest, every chamber was empty. A mystery. I sorted out what I needed for this morning and took care of it, but I still don’t know what happened. Did I forget to fill the organizer last Saturday? Seems unlikely; I can still count to seven. Did I double‑dose one morning? Also unlikely — my routine is pretty solid. Honestly, it’s far more likely I’d forget to take them at all than take them twice. Oh well. Chalk it up as one of the world’s great unsolved mysteries.

Yesterday my wife and I trekked a couple of hours into Texas to Nacogdoches. VA sent me there for labs because, thanks to the grand contractors‑contracting‑other‑contractors circus they’ve got going, I couldn’t just go to the clinic here in town. The whole day turned into a cluster of ducks. I spent nearly three hours trying to get labs done because they didn’t have my order, and I eventually had to call another contractor to get it sent. C’est la vie. Maybe a story for another day.

“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?” — J.R.R. Tolkien

“As you ramble through life, whatever be your goal; keep your eye upon the doughnut, and not upon the hole.” — Irish Saying

“Morning will come, it has no choice.” — Marty Rubin

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Lake Whistlers

"A small flock of black‑bellied whistling ducks gathers on a calm blue lake, the water smooth enough to reflect their shapes in soft ripples. Most of the ducks float quietly on the surface, their bodies warm brown with dark bellies, their long pink bills bright against the cool water. They sit low and relaxed, drifting in a loose cluster as if sharing a peaceful morning.

Above them, two ducks slice through the air in mid‑flight, wings spread wide and beating with steady power. Their wings flash patterns of brown, white, and charcoal, each feather sharply outlined as sunlight catches the edges. They fly low over the water, just high enough that their reflections shimmer beneath them like ghostly doubles.

The scene feels alive with motion and stillness at the same time — the quiet swimmers below, the swift flyers above, all held together by the gentle blue of the lake. It’s a moment of wild grace, a snapshot of ducks doing what ducks do: gliding, flying, and filling the air with their soft, whistling calls." - Microsoft Copilot

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