Me and my better half recently went to Belize, where I bought a walking stick. I’ve grown quite attached to it. Here’s a detailed view. It’s carved from the hard wood zericote.

Nothing makes a man feel more like a king than an elegant, well-carved scepter. If it were longer, I might forego the remote and use it to change the channels on the TV.

Weekends are for relaxing. Today’s the first full day of my weekend. Ergo, I’m relaxing. The agenda:

1. A strong cup of coffee. Cafe Bustelo, to be exact. Measure the right proportions into a French press, you have thick black heaven with a crema.
2. A little writing, hence this post and maybe others later.
3. A little reading. I’m planning to finish Republican Like Me, and next on deck are selections from Feet to the Fire.
4. Yoga. Stretching keeps this mortal coil flexible and springy.

Of course, that agenda’s written on an Etch-A-Sketch. I reserve the right to shake it up.