It’s 120 again, Gentle Reader. I can attest to the fact that this does nothing for the nerves. Mine are shot. But, in the name of fairness:
Out the front door.....
This is what we see out our front door from time to time. Also,
That white thing? Is Mt. Shasta.
THIS. From the sleeping area. So perhaps, Gentle Reader, you can sense my dilemma. How can something so beautiful be so infernally and constantly over the top difficult.
Boozilla: learning to fly one room at a time 