The frumpy man in his running cap, Laurie thinks he looks like a freak. Jake after our morning run. He had a hard time keeping up at a 10-minute-per-mile pace.
Silver, Spunk, Gwendolyn, Glenda, Bunny and Sheep.
I tried to get the Tsuchinshan-ATLAS comet the last few nights. It should have been in the top third, just right of center, but I could only see a few stars and wormy-looking clouds.
Letting sleeping cats lie
We’ve had a lot of wind the past few days—ripply water on the Rio Grande.
Sunset
Late breaking news. As Tristan was leaving tonight, she noticed “fireworks” to the north of us. The fireworks were the wind blowing the neighbor’s tree branches in the powerlines, causing them to arc. I called the fire department, and they sent three fire trucks to check it out. The wind died down by the time the fire department arrived, so they didn’t get to see the show, but they could see where the branches had been arcing on the powerlines. The power company is supposed to come out after they finish restoring a power outage and trim back the branches.
Jake has become quite the Cosmo Dog. He rides in a sports car. He goes to the office and works with pretty women. He goes to Starbucks for Pupaccinos and mingles with the patrons. Today, he met a couple from England who own the balloon with the British flag.