Mark's Views, Perhaps — from behind my eyeballs
Sometimes I work with my notebook computer on my lap:
Other times it’s on a table or desk in front of me:
And once in a while I use it like this:
So I hope this never happens to my machine:
No matter how I’m using it or where it is setting.
Not in my motel room. Not on an airplane. Not on my rental car. Not anywhere.
I am on my way home from my latest trip to Mexico.
Friday afternoon I went on a walk. On my way back to the desert village where I was staying (and where we used to live), I got to feeling quite warmed up by the sun. Thankfully, the course I was charting took me by an irrigation pump close to town.
Here is the same place from a different angle and closer up.
Well, I felt hot enough and it looked inviting enough . . . .
Ahhhhhhhh!
If you haven’t yet, you ought to try that sometime.
Posted from a Super 8 Motel in Tucson, Arizona
Behold my in-flight feast.
All of it.
Prior to my eating any of it.
The bag is empty, but not the can.
Shall I bemoan the woeful amount?
Or be grateful for all I got?
I’ve been expressing similar sentiments for years.
Must be in the coffee I drink.
Or at least the mug I use.