A rainy night, a cloudy day. Our high, 56˚F, was just after dawn. Our saw the sun for maybe thirty seconds. The temperature's been dropping all day ( Read more... )

A sunny day that became a cloudy day. We are in this cool spell. Our high was 56˚F.

There ought to be a name for the process of constructing an alternate version of yourself who lived and died before you were born. I'm thinking 1890-1960. That could change slightly.

Sal Piro died, which made me sorta sad. Or wistful. Or something ( Read more... )