Très muggy . . .

68* gray, muggy and the chance of rain seems to have gone bye. At least we got enough rain so that Puppy's Pop burned the wood pile and assorted odds and ends. It took all morning but I was able to add some fuel to the fire with about 10 years of collected paid bills, medical papers, tax papers and what have you. I still have the last nine years of paper work boxed up in a big plastic bin upstairs on "the other side." That always sound ominous, "the other side" but I really don't know what else to call it. It's not an attic, not a junk room, not a bed room, not a toy room, not a play room. It just exists, plain and simple. Grampa's plane room no longer exists on the other side so I'm hoping some day to get his help painting it and sprucing it up for a library, sitting room, on the other side, bien sûr.

Quote: The age of virtuous politics is past, and we are deep in that of cold pretence. --Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere, and we too wise to trust them. ___Cowper