No rain

For all the gray and humidity, we remain unrained.  I hesitate to say "dry", because you could wring the air out like a towel.  And the cats have taken to nesting* in the shade, whereas they are usually phototropic.  Listen to the wisdom of cats.

*For some reason, Nikita has decided that a pile of aborted maple "keys" that Wife swept off the driveway makes a perfect cat bed.  I do not know what special attractions it holds, but you cat-servants out there may take note.

Tuesday roadkill report

One raccoon, reasonably intact, across from Lou Silver's office.  Looked like a yearling.

Morning meeting on the toxic-waste laundry with Code Enforcement went fast and with mutual respect, so I had time to get out on the bike.  Warm.  Sunny.  Humid.  Wind absent when at my back, present when in my face, and the road was uphill both ways.  Business as usual.

Thistles have started to bloom.  Also, catbird singing from a tree at the Interstate overpass where I take my water break.  So we had some redeeming social virtue.

15.28 miles, 1:07:09