There, for Mark — that’s Mount Diablo poking up there, behind the Golden Energy.
It was so still a week ago.
In any case, we’ve made it to the weekend.
There is potato-leek soup waiting for me in the slow cooker, and a driveway full of wood, apparently, which will need to be stacked. It may never get cold again, though, which makes me very sad.
I know — I don’t expect anyone to sympathize.
All right — there are a few more things to do around here, I’m at work, and then I’m going home.
I have to say, ordinary life is not a bad thing.