Sunday, July 19, 2026, 61.8* F, 92% RH 0726
As I walk from the kitchen, past Ruger, down the hall to my desk, I drip no drops, nor slosh my too-full mug of coffee. Ruger seems more himself today, more mobile, the shock of vaccines resolved.
Outside all is wet, puddled. Chorus of wind wrings through leaves not ready to release captured rain. Sky, summer hue, fades as sun approaches. No birds sing. Rooster unheard. The three, sleeping.
Days vary the rhythm.
Photo: LJ Austin
