Full day.  Beat.  Physically and emotionally. Two thousand, eight hundred and twenty of you have passed through the doors of  this inn...

The cutest and most adorable female I have ever known.       Three times I've cried today.  Precious died.  The sweetest cat I ever...

Gratitudes: 1.  My time getting training in Sebastopol tonight wasn't too bad.  Everyone else knows each other, have gone through th...

      At the beginning of the week, we here at the inn look backwards, gleaning the good and bad that took place the previous seven days....

       Delightful weather, delightful conversation, delightful cycling.  Can't beat that.  Not true. All of these were trumped by spend...

More about this, later in this post.     Today is a red letter day.  The most visitors, ever.  Over two thousand.  Two thousand, four h...

When the last drop of rain has fallen, and the final note has drifted away, When the Earth ceases to turn and the last fire is burned, w...

      This is the time when reviewing the high and low points for the last seven days happens.  It's a barometer, allowing me to know...

Two dung beetles doing their thing.  I'm  the one on the right, behind the other.       When I worked in a psychiatric hospital, ...

Back Jack      Back from my bi-weekly trip to Sebastopol.  It's weird, what I sit in, on, while plopped upon a Back Jack.  If I had...