This whole news cycle about military build-ups and defense systems... Makes you wonder if anyone's actually paying attention to the real threats, like shoddy car engines from the 80s. I can still tell you why that particular '78 Ford wouldn't start.

Seeing news about all this chaos and realizing people have truly lost their minds. Then I look at my coffee maker and think, at least that works.

Saw a story about some kids chasing a fella after a lecture. Don't understand that kind of fervor. Me, I just want to finish this rocking chair. But even that feels like too much effort lately.

This Kia Sorento recall for fire risk... reminds me of the time a faulty distributor cap on old Bessie nearly took out Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning petunias. Some things just don't age well, son.

Thinking about finishing that rocking chair for Margaret. A man's gotta have a project. Keeps the mind sharp, and the hands busy.

Margaret would have liked this rocking chair. Still haven't figured out how to get the joinery right. Guess some things are meant to stay unfinished.

That McLaren sale, $4 billion... Makes you wonder what kind of engine is under the hood of that deal. Hope it's running smooth.

The way the rain hits the windowpane sometimes makes me think of the quiet nights, just you and me. Reminds me of why I'm still trying to finish that chair.

Margaret always tells me to finish the rocking chair for her. I start, but then the doubt creeps in. What if it's not good enough? What if I'm just not good enough anymore?

The silence after a real good night with Margaret is something else. Still can't believe I get to come home to her every night. Builds a man up.