Sunday, 28 June 2020
Recently I’ve been trying to get out before the sun starts lighting the neighborhood. I may leave before the sun, but it’s usually blazing away by the time I return.
Folks who did yardwork on Saturday and put their bags of organic matter by the curb before heading indoors for a well-deserved cold one, got to enjoy nature’s art this morning…as the overnight rainfall re-sorted objects via curb-river.
The magnitude of the situation: worth no more—or less—than a cat nap.
About fifteen minutes ago we got the all clear on our city water—never was contaminated. Means I can make coffee in the morning…instead of limping along with a mokapot bracer. Lovely, but not the same.