The damp continues

Air temperature 64 F, wind south about 6 mph, cloudy with patchy fog. AQI 31, so the Canadians haven't managed to kill us with their poison gas attack. Yet.

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Expecting perfection from politicians, or people in general, is the path to disappointment. Even Mary Poppins was only practically perfect.

Wednesday missed-me-by-that-much report.

Cornflower/chicory blooming, brown-eyed Susans, water parsnip, and I may have seen a half-opened water lily in the cemetery pond.

Roadkill limited to a couple of gray squirrels, a probable crow, and another of those maybe chipmunk/maybe red squirrel red-fur blotches. Not-roadkill, two turkey vultures circling and looking for a thermal. And not finding one on this gray damp day.

Got out on the bike, mist and a few drops of rain, but I didn't get drenched. Rain started about 15 minutes after I got home. Raining now. Did not die. Ride takes me over 300 miles for the year, at least 100 miles behind where I would like to be. I'm blaming the weather, because it can't be age . . .

15.32 miles, 1:22:14

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Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.

(And human stupidity. That is eternal.)