Well, the mayor down the road seems to be in trouble over a bunch of Russians. I am Captain Kirk for a while, which means sardines and toast, furtive dancing and prancing. The wind is relentless. The tourists have left.
I have to make a list of projects so I don't roll to a standstill. Arthur is in a snit. I am incapable of writing long sentences. I am wearing socks for the first time since...June, I think.