Mowing the bog

Not actually raining at this moment, although the air is saturated. So I went out and mowed the wet grass, assuming that it can only get worse. Did _not_ clog the mower. Came in soaked with sweat. May attempt to duplicate that condition with an afternoon bike ride.

Assuming that it don't rain and the creek don't rise.

May try to overcome rewriting phobia to work on SIGNATURES later. Of course, I can just say that I'm letting the story settle and marinate before going back to it with a fresh mind....

Friday roadkill report

One muskrat pancake (topping optional) near the junkyard. Appropriate location, that. But I'm sure that all you demon Massachusetts and New Jersey drivers can do better by our neglected Maine wildlife.

More lupines blooming now, just the first part of the spikes but purple and pink and white all represented. Buttercups in the fields. Most of the trees are done, but the cultivated rhododendrons are starting to bloom.

As are the blackflies. I attracted a cloud of the little bastards while taking my water break on the interstate overpass.

15.30 miles, 1:05:57

Dear Scammers:

To whom it may concern:

I don't actually have a PayPal account or an EBay account. That makes discovering your nefarious machinations and forgeries rather simple.