I was sitting out on the front porch today, thinking I should have walked the ten blocks to the store on this nice day, but I just sat there.

I spent all morning in the Cave writing code and putting together a slide show for Dan's gun store. I'm not sure if he has any use for any of the 81 images, but it was a good exercise for my old brain.

I found out yesterday that Riley's boss has an attachment to their existing Auto Body shop logo. His daughter designed it and family comes before quality, so I get it.

As I sat on the porch I watched a tall lanky black guy hanging out under the freeway onramp, just across from me. It got me to thinking about what he's thinking.

There are options for the homeless here, but when your brain taps out, the only option you have is to crawl up the concrete ramp and sleep in the narrow space at the underside of a busy freeway.

I met a bunch of these folks when I worked the soup kitchen last year, and they define the word broken. I often consider myself broken, but I have to admit I'm far from that.

Thanks to Shelby I still have a roof over me, and my brain still works. I can only watch that poor man across the street now, and realize how lucky I am.