Old Habits

      Since about 1985 or so, I have always enjoyed an evening just cruising dirt roads in Ellis County.  Not speeding, no wreckless behavior, just good music and cruising.  Years later, not much has changed.  Just cruise around, stop occasionally to check a road sign–30 to 60 minutes or so later– and I am home.  No harm, no foul.  It’s like a reset button.  The day gets better.  Therefore, tomorrow will be better.  

       The wind is brutal.  It is dry as all hades.  But it could be worse.   I could have sheep instead of goats.