Hi everyone,

I wrote outside for a while early this morning, sitting at the table with coffee. A dog bark two or three times somewhere but didn’t care enough about the issue to continue. Somewhere a leaf blower with a howling voice finished a small job and unplugged. Light breeze. Blue sky. I love it here when nature behaves itself.

Becoming reacquainted with this place always takes a while. I was writing about flies and not a one came by, but they’re there. A skinny lizard was my only company.