Happy to have seen such an historic World Series game—and what a game—but this morning am feeling very bedraggled. I'm not used to late nights any more. I went for a walk this morning, to brush out the cobwebs, and saw the most amazing sight: a blue heron leisurely strolling across Yorkshire Dr. Fortunately he got all the way across before the garbage truck drove by.
Yesterday's few inches, for anyone who's keeping track:
A little housekeeping detail—the draincock on my air compressor corroded shut after 16 years of use, and I spent most of a day last weekend locating a replacement. Many thanks to friend Mark who showed me how to install it. Amazing how many new skills a person acquires over a lifetime of weaving.