Saturday, July 18, 2026, 65.1* F, 82% RH, 0818
One Robin stood on wood pile singing. Two Gold Finches flew from a branch, passed over the house. If only we could fly when legs don’t cooperate. Mine cooperate less in sleep with cramps demanding I stand. Air quality alert. Rain, thundershowers forecast. Sun, cloud consumed.
Zayne seeks a path past Zsolt sitting close to my chair watching the hall; lies down eyes on Ruger sprawled close to the kitchen. Another who could make use of wings or a harness to help him stand. He moves slowly with me beside him as years ago I walked with Bruce.
A disjointed morning, doing things out of order.
Photo: LJ Austin
