Tuesday, the sixth of February

A foggy, damp, warmish birthday morning coffee muses.

Visibility is poor, the air heavy with water. Drops hang from everything. Bright spheres of water, gathering light, glowing with a surprising intensity in the dim light this morning.

Everywhere birds sing… louder on a dismal day. Birds are everywhere, in the trees, on the ground, on the feeders… cardinals on the blue truck, bluebirds in the birdhouse.

The ceiling fans are moving the moist air around. It’s almost cool under the fans, but the humidity is so high the moving air is needed.

I have a long to-do list for today and I just spent two hours on the phone… gotta get busy.

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