Another man done gone

News from various sources (none official) that author Tony Hillerman has died. 

I enjoyed his Navajo-setting mysteries, a window into a different world.

Foggy

May get another bike ride in today -- morning temperature in the upper 40s F, with possibility of upper 50s if the sun comes out.

Also, fog as metaphor, I'm not getting notified of Live Journal Undead Journal updates.  So, if you reply to an entry here or a comment I've made elsewhere, I may not know about that.  Whether it matters, is another question . . .

Cue the ominous music

Well, a swarm of city-orange trucks descended on our street and unloaded a crawler backhoe.  This is never a good omen. 

We snooped, first from a distance and then closer on our afternoon neighborhood stroll, and the quarry seems to be a small alley-way that ducks off between two houses.  I think they are just removing the pavement and base, for reconstruction.  Time will tell.  Were I the owner of the brown house to the south of that lane, I would be pacing around nervously right now -- about four feet between the backhoe and the wall of the house . . .

A number of limbs and whole trees down from yesterday's weather entertainment, but none that affect us personally.