Day 1669: The Fat Lady Sings

Difficult day.  Unsettling news.  To deal, I glide through warm waters gazing at shifting clouds, read one of my favorite books, watch Harry Potter, make deviled eggs for tomorrow's Penelope, clean the kitchen and spend quiet time with my husband.

Predictably, DT attacked Mr. and Mrs. Khan.  Said he has made lots of sacrifices, creating jobs for tens of thousands, building great structures. There is no sacrifice in that.  Work can't compare to the loss of a heroic son.   He has no soul.

My lilies are nearly gone. Fat Lady Sings, which is always the latest to bloom, opened today,  a month early.  But, we got a bit of rain, just the fourth time this month.  Hooray!

Fat Lady Sings