With new insulation for the attic, Harriet and I off for breakfast at
Wren's
Cafe,
reading the news of the day (Ha! Likely, re impartial),
returning to the
noisy, undulating hose, and
Barney's Affordable Plumbing
situation, as well...
all work eventually winding down to allow for a
sunset sojourn,
walking on the near-equivalent of the Pony Express Trail,
south from Jahn Fence Division Parking,
back
to
Mansion
Border --
on the
first day of winter,
high down 3 to a chilly
49 (46 in Dixon; .79 additional precip, for a total of 11.46 since July 1),
beginning composition re
No Exit, Op. 330
X. Let Me Be Your Mirror
