18:22 listening to 97.1 talking about Ausmus and his inept-ness.
It is overcast with a nice breeze from the west but still no rain. The Robin is singing right outside the west window, the Jay just screamed and flew away from the east. The Downy is back at the suet, and Otis gazes longingly through the slider screen. Mr. Hummer comes to the feeder and chirps almost every time he imbibes; the pumpkin leaves are big, big, big to-day.

The La Mars salad was tasty, their toum is almost sinful. The vodka is cold, and I am practicing the chord progressions for some Pink Floyd tunes.