Since I’m 48 years old now, I can start referring to my pot belly as “the lower 48.”

I’m so happy today to see my short nature poem “Bumblebee” appear over at The Piker Press! Thanks, as always, to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of The Piker Press community.

You can find the poem right here.

I’m starting The Ferris Bueller Challenge here today to ameliorate pandemic-related long-hair malaise.

Here are the rules — if you post a picture like this, you get to name your Cameron and your Sloane. You should tag them, if they don’t mind. (I tagged mine on Facebook, but I won’t embarrass them here.)

You also get to give yourself the day off. Obviously.

They don’t make the rules. Taking your frustration out on store-level employees serves no purpose whatsoever.