Saturday, August 17

Hot and humid. Not a cloud in the sky except way off over the bay.

It’s weekend quiet, lite traffic on the bypass. Some birdsong from the trees around the yard. No breeze.

Already, it’s warm enough to drive me back inside… except this is the weekend and the peace and quiet I’m used too exists not. TV’s games, mom hollering at the kids… exciting times.

There’s an ultralight flying over. A white triangle against all that blue.

Here’s the thermometer on the post…

One thought on “Saturday, August 17

  1. Days like this are the reason the expression “same old, same old” was invented. Despite everything I’d like to do outdoors, I believe I’ll stay indoors today. Even cleaning the bathroom and kitchen sound more appealing than roaming around outdoors. Maybe early tomorrow morning. Maybe.

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