Summer Begins

Woke up.
Spent a few hours
splitting wood.
Drove to see
my folks.
Took the boat
out for the
evening.
A nice start
to my Summer.
I'm almost done unpacking my belongings. The house is hot and I'm home alone. The quiet is nice though, I can finally get things done. The only thing I hear above the hum of the fans and the occasional passing car is the record player. John Mark McMillan sings to my soul

"Good morning brokeness
You know you've cut me to the bone
Like one of those days in the middle of the winter
The kind that you can't run away from
And we've been here for so long
But I found a way to appease you
Inside this alabaster jar

And I'm crawling on the floor
Just to find you now
To tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myself"