The sunrise was spectacular. I wish I had gotten to a good Vista point to enjoy it, and I want to strive to do so this week. I woke with a sense of "en wie", a soft depression. Maybe it's time to revisit a few of the possible sources; actions being taken or not, and the avoidance of a few key tasks by a dozen insignificant ones. This morning's readings touched on the delay of desire under the assumption that you will have time to do that thing later. That's a bold assumption. Reading that a recent study showed, on average, a life span of 72 years, short-changed my 78-year expectation. How does that average ensure one meets or exceeds it? How are those last years spent? What then do we wait for? The day turned out to be moderately productive; three sets of intriguing sample beans from assorted origins were roasted while Jen and I worked in parallel on our weekly financial reviews. We have an appointment on Thursday with a financial planner, and some are gathering proactive questions as well. Mark reached out to see if I could help out with the deck, and we ended up getting about 8090 of it done. There are a few final decisions that need a bit of thinking before the screws go in. I was pretty taken aback by his wife's very hostile and aggressive response to the work and some design issues. It was like watching a friend's mom back in high school, tearing into him for leaving the sink a mess. For all I know, there is more history, background, or other tensions, but... whoa. Seriously, chill. Tommy had just left after stopping by to help us out. Later tonight, I noticed the hummingbird feeder by the mulberry was gone. I looked around and saw a piece of the glass. I asked Jen if she knew anything, but she did not. I found it in the trash, asked both kids, and Tommy said he had been at fault and was going to the store to buy a replacement. At first, I assumed it was an accident due to playing with the dog or some other simpleincident. I asked, and he was being a jerk about telling me. I slowly put it together and realized he was using his BB Gun in the backyard again, even after being told he was not to. I confronted him, and he deflected and attacked, but I was not getting in the ring. I refused to take the bait and stuck to the point of our proper conduct, even after a guest damaged it, then hid it from us. He can't be wrong. He's so very like his mom. Summer can't come soon enough.