Fall Waxing Blood Moon
The phone rang. Dog outside the fence. Yes, indeed, Rigel had attacked the vulnerable spot in our defenses, the truck gate. No electric fence there. So, once again, I retrieved her and this time toughened up the gate some more. I’d already had it repaired and chained.
Sierra Club legislative work proceeds apace with issue briefs coming in and the work load beginning to stack up. Feels good.
This week I have gotten to workout each day. I need that. It keeps me mostly sane.
Business meeting today. Doing fine.
