January 22, just before a lazy weekend lunch. Right above me was what is called "Sun Dog"; never seen nor heard it before.
We did another walk around the airport this morning; actually we went less than halfway around and then turned back so did less than a round, but we got to see a few planes take off. We went to the butcher and the veggie shop, so now I'm ready for lunch. It's been a bit hot, though, so the leaves are tired; I shall give them a cold shower and a few minutes in the fridge. And after that, weaving, or something else.
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