The humidity is up, my glasses needed wiping as soon as I walked out… another morning coffee muses.

Yesterday felt cooler. And then it rained… and rained. Today the humidity rules.

The first bird on the feeder today was a tufted titmouse.

With overcast skies, and the promise of afternoon thunderstorms, today is looking a lot like every other day for the past week. And, from the prognosticators foretelling, about what the rest of this week will bring.

Ahhh, and there go the cicadas… the morning’s first chorus. Cardinals sing from the cardinal points of the compass. East, south, west… The house is on the north. Crickets chirp on the edges of the porch.

Someone is blasting off fireworks down to the south. I suppose it could be one of the big stands down 35 getting rid of inventory that won’t hold till New Year’s.

Time to go in and see what kind of idiocy the Trump administration has perpetrated on the American people over the weekend.

Later…