Today I reflect on me.

When days are but journeys. The night is a welcome relief. Stepping inside my mind there is a peace that comes after a day spent. The life I choice to live, provide opportunities for both success and failure mostly in my eyes, because in the end I am the only one that counts at least on this earth.

My children point to something different, name recognition. You carry our name at least the boys, and we have to live with what you do and do not do. By the way could you loose a few pounds? Take down the Christmas lights; maybe move a few of those cars off the street, you know, like the junkyard.

Too much to ask, I think so, I brought them into this world, I could take them out, and it is the only way they would loose my feelings for others, my need to accomplish, to serve, to create, to write of what I see, I feel, I taste, I love, and I need for survival. I cannot remove them who would carry on my name; read my work, drive my junk, laugh at my jokes, thank me for being alive to ask which way is the bathroom.

So it is the day boils down to a few minutes pen or keyboard spewing words for someone to read, and embarrass my children.