The last rogue un-hanged

Air temperature 55 F, wind near calm, cloudy. Roads still wet from overnight showers, nothing notable. Errand this morning, walk in search of cat friends this afternoon. Manhunt continues in the other Maine.

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Ground fog creeping across the park like a Stephen King movie set. If you never hear from me again, blame him.

Spreading side-effects

Wife just had to be buzzed in to the pharmacy to get her flu shot. Lockdown. And she couldn't get the shot at the drive-up window, for obvious reasons.

Reminder -- we are over 100 miles from the crime scene.

It's complicated

In addition to all the other confusion in that manhunt, tomorrow dawn is the start of deer hunting in Maine . . .