Good morning. ☕☕☕
27 July 2025
I need to pull myself out of this stupor. I haven’t done much in a week—just mowed the grass, and that’s about it. I just added a new item to my to-do list: “Pull myself out of this stupor tomorrow.” There. That should do it.
I’m running late. Charlie’s here, nudging me about mealtime, and I’m only now easing into my morning ramble.
The closet door’s ajar, and my eyes just landed on a short-sleeve poplin shirt—the only piece I still have from my days as a Marine. I wonder what size it is. Small, maybe. Medium at best. It’s well over 50 years old and has migrated from closet to closet more times than I can count, never worn. I couldn’t wear it now even if I wanted to. I’ve graduated in size a couple of times since then. Hmm... why have I held onto it all these years?
“The funny thing about these uniforms is that you hang them in the closet and they get smaller and smaller.” — Curt Flood
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