Paint it Gray

"I see a red door and I want to paint it...."

Third straight day of gray, after a brief interlude in which real sun and real sky were observed. The world smells moldy. Captured a Super Slug marching up the driveway this morning, incarcerated in an old peanut butter jar for Wife to take out to the nature center to entertain the day-camp kiddies.

Hear that, General Ded? Caught one of your spies. The interrogation shall proceed with due deliberation.

Evening wildlife report

Deer out at the airport on the evening bike ride, doe and two fawns. Cute as all hell, but I wouldn't want to be goosing a loaded KC135 for takeoff and meet one of them in the middle of the runway....

Speaking of transportation and our national security, couple of friends of mine were just traveling and had some uniformed doofus ask them for a "camera permit" when they tried to take photos in a train station. Happened twice, no warning signs posted or anything. Shades of Stalinist Russia, where possession of an unregistered typewriter was evidence of counterrevolutionary terror.

15 miles, 1:01:30