I woke up, rested, before eight o’clock, this morning. The coffee’s going down really good: last night’s leftover coffee with milk. If it weren’t so much trouble, I would put it in the blender with a newly ripe banana.
Much more reasonable wind speed, today. I had to go back outside to gather Flea, my dog’s pet toy, yesterday and the day before. This morning, Wind was not helping it to escape. Flea, not Samantha.