Lazy day. Worked on a story this morning, did some long-overdue cleanup of my files this afternoon. Had the occasion (I’m speaking necessity here) to look up a few of my old pieces—including two posted on this sight—and thought, wow, that’s odd. Ranching and writing don’t seem all that dissimilar. They’re both a hard, lonely existence, beset with incessant frustration and intolerable BS. The only difference is, ranching occasionally pays a living wage.