Crows and overcast

Air temperature 37 F, wind south about 5 mph, cloudy. Still not dead. Today should contain some vacuuming and walks.

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Chipmunk!

Resurgent nature

The scilla over behind that demolished barber shop carpets the ground in blue again.

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We're all gonna die. Question is, when?

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Well, Ms. Karma was out on her front steps, so both of us have benefited from cat-skritching time.

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“A lie will go round the world while truth is pulling its boots on.”

Various attributions . . .

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My arms and shoulders are informing me that yesterday's work with the pole saw exceeded approved levels.