It's a dull, grey morning. Windy, with lowering clouds and a rainy forecast. The desire to do any meaningful work is even lower than the clouds, but one drags one's self to work (even if it is only a part-time job) and does what is expected. Staying home without the paycheck would have less than optimal results.
Both the Old Farmer's Almanac and the National Weather Service insist that we'll have a warmer-than-usual summer. So far, that isn't happening. 58° again today, we're told.
Both the Old Farmer's Almanac and the National Weather Service insist that we'll have a warmer-than-usual summer. So far, that isn't happening. 58° again today, we're told.
Okay, so I'm over-thinking this. Fridays are like that sometimes.
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| We're truly entered the second (or is it first?) of our two primary seasons: winter and construction. |
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| I'm afraid these pics don't do the scenery justice; that's what comes of using a cell phone instead of the Nikon. |




























