Breakfast at a Tex Mex Place called loco cafe. Excellent intro to Texas with a big black Wrangler Jeep parked right outside. I am addicted to the coffee... already; laced with chilli it left that warm afterglow at the back of the throat after the initial intensity of the coffee. We turned breakfast into brunch with an "overachiever" each of eggs, bacon, potatoes, tomatoes, cheese and sour cream.

At home there are squirrels in the back yard still burying nuts (pecans from Jean's trees) and out the front there is a pair of mockingbirds hopping around the tree. Wildflowers abound in people's yards and often they don't mow until the seeds are set, or mow around the patch.

Jean's cats are warming to me and I am getting rubs and being asked for pats and head scratches.

A soft cool breeze is wafting through the window and I can sleep under covers which is a pleasant experience.