Drive to Hatfield was pretty OK as it turns out, amazing quality of light. New phone seems a bit flimsy, always resisted the flip kind, pretty much the only type one can get now.

Just had to drag Peretz away from a family of 4 turtle doves nestling together in my back yard. He says:

"The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth's won and the swords clash
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music. "

We have our political disagreements, but he's a fine dog.

May walk into town to watch the light mellow, deposit check from the state.