Another below 80º morning. I hate to jinx it,  but it almost feels like fall… there’s some heavy sarcasm hiding in plane sight right there.

We’ve reached that part of the year when the house is aligned with the rising sun.  So the sun is in my eyes of a morning on both the front and the back porch as it rises. It won’t be long before I have to open up the umbrella to enjoy my coffee muses.

It’s time to call this muse quits…