My John Deere (aka my Gravatar) did something a little untrustworthy last night, but I think I got it resolved. This morning, as I was lying in bed, my mind drifted to thinking about the cutting blades underneath it. Even with the ignition off you’re really not supposed to reach in to clear them of debris.

Then, still half-asleep, my mind drifted up, and I was a windmill, high above the landscape. My blades were clear, getting air, and I had perspective over everything.

After signing whatever the final divorce papers will be, there will be a built-in gift—my original birthday present.  It’s been either hidden as my middle name or disguised as my middle initial. Soon my Dutch maiden name will once again be mine.