My friends call me Bob. They also call me Robert. Either one’s okay, friend.
Back to work.
There’s nothing so important that it can’t wait for the cat to get out of the way of your computer screen.
I’ve had six or seven careers. I lost my resume.
Sometimes I get so excited about having something to write that I forget to write it down.
The Bible has some nifty aphorisms.
So does Charley Harper.
So does Oscar Wilde.
Shakespeare had a thing or two to say, but it’s in English.
What’s going to happen when you start driving?
Ode to Joy has never failed to lift my spirits.
The best medium for the Internet is material designed to disappear in two days. Unfortunately, this page is designed to disappear in two minutes.
You can be imprisoned for just about anything, but a smile is pretty low risk.
If you go through life without someone thinking you’re crazy, you’re doing something wrong.
Things aren’t going to turn out as predicted.
It’s only taken 67 years for to slow down.
How do I know when it’s time to stop working? When the cat rubs against my legs. How do I know when it’s time to keep working? When the cat rubs against my legs.
You don’t have to answer the phone just because it has a ring-tone you like.
Infinite mystery: cats—women—God
It’s short as a syllable, long as a book. No matter where you travel; it’s the only way to go.
Copyright is God’s joke on the Internet.
Some of this material appears in prior work. Some of it will appear in future work. I’ve hired a high-dollar lawyer to sue myself for infringement. Some of it is Mom’s, but I don’t think she’ll sue.
We lost our only child, a daughter, last September. After losses like ours, life is never quite the same. I ask myself this question often: How important is it?
My deepest condolences. There is no question that God cannot answer, and he knows how fragile we all are. He’ll answer your questions in his infinitely gentle way.
Love,
Bob
Welcome back – missed you.
I missed you.
Those are great. Thanks!
Thanks. It’s good to be back.
Pithy vey pithy