Good Morning

Good Morning. It is 11:05 here, so late morning, I suppose, and afternoon to those of you in the East, but Good Morning nonetheless.

Why is the morning good? No particular reason. Someone is mowing the grass outside my apartment. It's fixing to be another really hot day, but right now it's a tolerable 69 degrees Fahrenheit and there's a cool breeze.

I am alone. Which is good or bad, or neither. I'm not sure.

I am dissertating, which is good. I have renewed confidence in my ability to get this damn thing done.