Return of the road

Air temperature 44 F, wind near calm, partly cloudy sky. Supposed to get more rain tonight and tomorrow. Paving company putting up signs closing the next section of our road, which has been "pending" for months. We have alternate escape routes.

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Little cat feet fog.

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A house divided against itself cannot stand.

Frustrated corvid

Dead squirrel in the road on my morning walk. Crow kept trying to get brunch, but those pesky cars kept interfering. I could have kicked the corpse over to the road edge. Walked on. Humans useless.

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So many fools, so little time . . .