The Quiet of the Morning

In the mornings, after my wife has gone to work, the quiet routine of my father and I is pretty clockwork.

He flips through the newspaper and curses his body as well as the daily stories.  He drinks cold coffee.

I flip through my phone and get caught up on whatever, silently checking my bank account etc.  I drink hot coffee.

Worms and Bugs

When the weather gets this cold, I can't help but think of all the earthworms and bugs out there.

How in the hell do they stay alive through all this?

They must be miles in the ground to not freeze to death.

Warmth

The cold outside can always be nullified by the warmth of the mind and spirit.

Today, I shall leave my winter coat at home...

Spam

I eat roughly one can of Spam a week.

Some people find Spam a little on the weirder side, but do not realize that it is nothing more than steam pressed pork/ham.

Pepperoni or hotdogs have substantially weirder ingredients, but do not get such a bad reputation.

I feel as bad for Spam as I enjoy it.

Gurgling

The heating system in our home has been exceptionally gurgly as of late.

Pretty sure it is air trapped in the pipes, but it kind of sounds like mini waterfalls and someone's stomach who ate too much on Thanksgiving.

Absence of Dark

Lying in bed this morning, I thought to myself...

If darkness is the absence of light, is there such a thing as the absence of darkness?  Or is darkness the only true constant state in the universe that light needs to exist?

Also about Age

The need to go to bed at 10:30 is a new phenomenon for me.

I chalk that one up to me growing older.