Monday, August Twenty-seventh

Warm and late, post trip to Galveston, morning coffee muses.

It’s gonna be a slow traffic day here on East South… There are blockades right in front of my house and at the ditch on the other side of my neighbor’s drive. They’ve shut down the entire street. So far, not much has happened, though coming back in from Galveston was… shall we say problematic.

Other than city workers, touch happening on my front porch. nd with it being as late as it is, I think I’ll cut this way short today…