Take what you get, man

Sometimes you just have to get back to butter. And I did today. Basic, just cream, whipped, salted.

Good butter, you can just enjoy on its own terms.

Ronny came over and helped. He made tequila sunrises. I enjoyed them.

We talked, about things. I got a little loose with my words and told him a few prison stories. Oh well.

We enjoyed butter on toast, and also on some sweet corn from Ronny's garden. We lived. We learned.

These days, the end of summer, are wonderful. A time to be cherished. Soon enough there will be reason to fret again. But not today! Today, only joy.

Tomorrow, well, let us not think of that today!