Cooler, but still humid, birdsong filled morning coffee muses.

I’m out a bit earlier today. The dew is still heavy on the grass. The air, while not cool is not as obnoxiously warm.

Most of the traffic passes by silently out on the road. But, every now and again, a vehicle passes with a rumble of barely muffled exhaust. They bring back memories of the muscle cars of my youth. Then there are the folks in a hurry. At a certain speed, the cars and trucks make a sound as they push thru the air that they don’t make at slower speeds.

There’s a small red centipede running in circles under my feet. It brings back memories of a camping trip when the kids were young. We were at Inks Lake, at our favorite shelter site, when Sherry was bitten, or maybe just scared, by a large centipede. That same trip she had a scorpion crawl across her at night while sleeping. I think that was close to the last camping trip we took as a family.

I am supposed to have a crew coming by to do some tile repair today. We’ve been trying to get to this point for six months now. Our builder is agreeable to the fact that the installation was bad… they’re just not wanting to spend the money to redo the entire bathroom. So we start with a repair using the existing tiles… and hope none gets broken because we only have three spares and they’ve discontinued the tile pattern.

We shall see…