(inside joke, see 5th and 6th comment on last post)
Okay, back to business. Well, we are soggy in New England. From the fog that starts falling in early evening to the early morning drizzle to the afternoon thunderstorm. And then we do it all over again! I've got day lilies and daisies up to my shoulders fueled by all that water. Wise is the one who seizes any opportunity to mow the lawn while they can.
I'm starting to get used to it. Walking the dog last night in the cool night air I imagined that I was on vacation in a different land. Like foggy England, maybe. Or a really bad vacation in Maine.
We suppose that it is starting to affect our brains. Husband and wife bicker. Co-workers snapping at each other. Customers fret and move on, anxious to get home. Remarkably enough, the local annual sand sculpture (NH has 18 miles of seacoast) was mind blowingly wonderful. Turns out the showers are good for keeping the sand damp and packed together.
What's good about today is everything, in the final analysis if not the first impression. God is everything or God is nothing.
You can call me "Your Highney-ness"
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