The Personal Website of Jeremy Boles

Getting old is wanting to redesign your website because the text you yourself wrote a week ago is too small to read in the early hours of the morning.

A weekend with no set plans is like a blank sheet of paper: exciting, full of possibilities, and still empty if all you do is stare at it. This morning, however, rest is in order, so I’m floating in the vast void of nothingness, with a cup of coffee.

A middle-of-the-night interruption, then back to sleep and out until 7:00am for once. Turns out maybe sleeping on the floor in a dusty old house isn’t the healthiest thing in the world.

Valley Water Mill Park

I love walking in the woods when it is gloomy and dim.

I started the day by getting sucked into a rathole, reading about our president’s crypto dealings and then promptly dropped the ceramic coffee dripper that my daughter got me for Father’s Day into our cast iron kitchen sink, cracking it. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

7 a.m. Monday, on hold with banks. This too is part of life’s glorious mosaic.

I’m up early this morning roasting some cauliflower before the day warms up.

Quiet mornings are always lovely, wherever I am.

I think I’d forgotten how much of a joy it is to wake up early and hack on my website a bit before starting the rest of my day.

The busier and more packed-full the day before, the earlier my brain starts up, craving some space.

The morning hours are mine. They are my time to get my thoughts in order before the world wakes up and the pressures of life start to wear my energy away.

I just can’t seem to keep my brain from waking up early, early in the morning anymore. It’s a gift, a dream, a curse.