So it must be Saturday. And indeed there is music in the air. Alive and Picking is alive and picking. It was great to sit back and let the music flow. Bluegrass rules the airwaves.
Tigger elected to stay outside at bed time last night but chose to come in when I called to her about midnight when I got up for old man's reasons. She must get cold out there after the Sun goes down but trying it get her in is like herding cats, not possible. She is the very definition of independence.
The weather is another day in Paradise. The temperature is expected to reach the middle eighties. Just a little too warm. But I ain't complaining.
I'm not getting anywhere with the second dimension of time so for the time being it's on the back burner.
Alive and Picking is proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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