Weather's turning. Again. Beautiful sunny day is on its way out, and a long bank of gray clouds is steamrolling its way over the mountains. Not sure what the forecast is, but by the look of it we could wake up to snow tomorrow.
Early morning visit to the allergist, then home to work. It might be Tuesday, but it had Monday written all over it. Slow going, start to finish.
Read an article in the NYer by Gay Talese about a motelier (I'm coining that word, by the way) in Aurora, named Foos. A voyeur. Could say more, but--
Looking ahead to summer. Fishing. Time in the mountains. Been locked up all winter and finally starting to feel it. Nine new pieces in from N. Gonna read all before making any decisions.