As my beard gets longer, it’s becoming clear that I have not one but four different colors in my scruff: black, brown, red, and white (thank you old age). In short — I’m a calico.


If you have never returned home to an ecstatic greeting by three adoring children and three equally ecstatic dogs and a happy, loving spouse… I highly recommend it. There is nothing quite like it.

Also, I have four cats who pretend I don’t exist but whom I choose to assume also adore me, or at least are not actively plotting to kill me. At least not currently.