I should be out a-hoeing or something, but it feels like a blast furnace out there, with no relief in sight.  It’s like 1000º and rising.  You could smelt things.

Days like this I don’t miss my old job at all.  It would kill me now.  If only it could kill all the COVID out there.  Or at least all the selfish spreaders of it.

In the meantime, here are some flowers, a raven with the right idea, and this cute green guy posing for me on a tool.