Monday

Cloudy and warm -- 94 degrees (34.4 Celsius) but it feels as if it's 97. Earlier this morning there were three white-winged doves and a large bluejay with a string in its beak in the backyard. Housely stuff to do but tired from a morning dentist visit, so here's a poem by the great American writer e.e. cummings:

( as freedom is a breakfastfood ...  )

Batten Down the Hatches!

Big storm a'comin! The entire southern sky is dark blue -- it's starting to thunder and the wind is rising. It's all because we've been running our sprinklers faithfully. Heh.

ETA that was it? Well. It's still thundering, but it wasn't much of a storm.