It’s Another Foggy Morning Coffee Muses.

It’s another early morning on the back porch. Another day to be spent in Galveston aimlessly killing time. It makes me wish I was more of an island/beach person, then I could spend the time with a purpose. As it is, I’m just driving my reading room from place to place, listening to NPR as I read. I’ve even found a couple of hotspots by the Federal Courthouse where I could check email, Facebook, and read the “lying press” to get the news.

This soggy morning has brought the resident pileated woodpecker calling. I don’t hear them every day, but often enough to know they’re resident. No sound ever makes me feel like I’m in prehistoric times like hearing that call in the distance.

Time to prepare for the day on the island…