Not much to say.
I've been in a strange head space since Wednesday. Not a bad one. Just a different one, and unexpected.
Z. is growling at a pit bull outside. The fur along her spine is all standing on end. It looks hilarious but I probably shouldn't be encouraging this.
We had hail today. My flowers survived. Huzzah for the balcony.
They cut down the trees in the neighbours' back yard. I am unhappy about this. The trunks lie bucked up in the alley, useless to everyone unless they let them dry out to be used for firewood. Another neighbour has a wood burning stove. Perhaps the loss won't be a complete one.
And other than that I have not much to say.