Today I drove to work by flooded fields in a driving rain. We don't do things by halves in north Texas. The radio said that three inches of rain fell, but Lake Lavon only rose half a foot. It is still over eleven feet low. I'm reading a Swedish police procedural. Tomorrow I have a routine follow-up with my doctor.
I'm filled with delight at the idea of bald eagles, pear trees in bloom, a pinball machine, fully-lit, and the notion of a stop action animation crafted lovingly by hand.