The sky is nice and blue; the sun is shining on the shrubs to the north turning them to a lively green, instead of a brooding shade. I don’t know the temperature; it is cool, but not too cool. I have not looked at the forecast; I am savoring these minutes.

I could do a lot of yard stuff today, but I really, really don’t want to. But maybe I will have to. Well, that decision will come – one way or another.

The police have put two speed read-out signs up by the intersection to U.S. 6, the Grand Army of the Republic Highway. The speed limit there is 30 and I always get a read-out of 33 or 34 mph. That’s not right – once I got a 29. Those signs bring out the rebel in me. Once I slowed down so much (when there was absolutely no traffic around) that the sign didn’t register me. I wonder if it had a funny feeling run through its electronics? Sorry, little sign, I know someone put you there and you are just doing your job.