On a day like today, when tomorrow is predictable but unknown, surveying the rural landscape, fully or partially detached from cyberspace, seems more likeable than running a business on virtual land.

There are plenty of people and businesses to thank for welcoming my friendship and patronage but they will wait.

Balancing the location of one’s thought set is a perception, rather than a reality, resting on one side or the other of the verb, “to be.”

One may say one lives north or south of Birmingham, which may mean near an urban area in the U.S. state of Alabama, or the West Midlands county/conurbation of England.

Let us say we live somewhere and can sync our thought sets here whenever we wish, not precisely knowing everything about the universe in which we live but we’re willing to learn.

In other words, today is family time, with physical interface between people the key function, warmth of the Sun on our faces as real and simple as it needs to get, leaving the tools to blog behind us and out of sight, memories shared in voices and touch rather than text and tagged photos — some history lives in our thoughts only and for that privilege (quiet, unrecorded [down]time spent with family), I am most thankful.