Overcast days make wood and brick appear similar.

I have … well … a lot of tools. My dad believed in buying good tools – they pay for themselves over time in many ways. I have most of his, actually – some ratchets and wrenches from the late 1960s and they work just fine.

I’ve had this Craftsman grill set for a decade now and it’s still holding up, even if it isn’t guaranteed forever.

In the middle of a very nice stone wall is a blocked off ceramic pipe. I love living in an old town.

It turns out there is a snowplow in Athens. It’s at St. Mary’s Hospital, and now I’ll unbury the lede … after having a bit of chest discomfort last month, my doc said congrats, I get a cardiologist, though he thought it was nothing to worry about. The cardiologist didn’t think it was much to worry about, either, but given the family history, I got a cardiac stress test.

Which showed an anomaly, so today I got a cardiac catheterization. Which showed … not much. But then my vision went a little wonky, so I got a CT that showed … not much.

I’m fine, everything’s fine and the Mrs.’ heart rate is back to normal.

Did you know after they look at your arteries from the inside, they give you sausage, deep fried hashbrowns and eggs? Seems … odd.

Made the drive back to Athens, lots of time looking out the windows at America.

This morning’s sessions were somber. Al Tompkins had us light two candles, one for the victims of the shooting in Orlando and one for the journalists who are covering the story. It’s important, again, that those journalists reach out to talk about how their work is impacting them personally – don’t be a hero, seek counsel, friends.

Wandering back from dinner to the hotel, the sidewalks of St. Pete were teeming with people. Most were happy to be there, some were tired and needed to head to their hotel pools.