Today is a day of great beauty.
By seven AM, the sky was already clear, bright, blue. Even so, a heavy fog bank hunkered down at the Admiralty Inlet. Whidbey Island was completely obscured. Ships blared their great fog horns.
"I am here!"
"As am I!"
"As am I!"
It is now past eleven. The day gets brighter and brighter. Time to water the chilies and tomatoes in the greenhouse. Then, the workshop in the garage for attention. I plan to answer. I look forward to it.
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