Photo from Friday night.
I think it was Friday night. Who knows at this point?
Yes, it was one of those weekends. Learned of the death of a wonderful young DJ. (He was 36. That's still young.) One hundred-five Saturday. Sunday, I finished the stupid stole and watched local news coverage of a wild fire not too far from here. Heartbreaking to watch, but comforting to know that living deep in the suburbs does protect me from the threat of wild fires. Today is going to be 80-something F with a lovely cool breeze.
Mother Nature does enjoy keeping us in line.
I should be grateful she doesn't send blizzards or something.
Did I mention I finished that stupid stole?
Now I just need a bigger house so I can block the thing.