Clouds coming and going, but no time to watch them. Busy Monday, and even busier for this being the beginning of the month. The squirrels raiding the walnut tree had to get along without my supervision.
Appointment tomorrow to have my teeth abused cleaned. Not looking forward to it happening, but certainly looking forward to it being over with.
I was sure I had something to say this evening, but it turns out I don't. The day is become a string of beads broken, sclattering.