It’s 62 degrees in December.  The neighbor (the only one without a junkyard for a yard) is outside in a tank top and shorts, trimming up his lawn.  As for me, mowing and raking leaves in December is ridiculous, so there.  I won’t do it!  Soon we’ll be out of here, and the property will revert to trash and nature anyway.  At least the ground will be composted and not chemicalized.  Our humble legacy.

Speaking of weather, I’m somewhat under it, STS.  Maybe under the climate is more accurate–the midwest atmosphere of going nowhere, taking up space.  But hopefully not for long…

Here’s another dawn.