Aug. 11, 2025

I'm starting a new week unmotivated to do anything.  I have no idea why not, but I seem to be unable to pick up any one project, including paying the phone bill. I have to remember to pay the phone bill tomorrow.   



It is clearly the dog days of summer.   It looks like this week will be around 90 everyday, maybe some showers, maybe.  And tonight planets are aligned and I know the weather is just going to be whacky this week.  It does not help my inability to get things done.  And the fact that the pool is down and I have no water therapy is a triple insult.   I will try my damnedest to keep myself moving forward tomorrow.  



Got to the rookery about 5:30.  It was still really hot, but not horrible sitting there in the shade.  So much green is filling in the mud.   I heard a lot of birds so I turned on Merlin.   I saw the kingfishers and the swallows, but there was an egret, too.  Didn't see him.

There were no clouds, there was no breeze, there was calm.  Dogs were barking and frogs were croaking.  I'm so happy to hear the frogs again.  I looked for the sand piper we saw the other night, but without my camera or Patrick's binoculars I was pretty useless for spying. 

Water level was low at the beaver dam, too, much lower than the other evening.  And the hay had all been gathered and the tractors were the only thing left in the fields.  Definitely was very still up there tonight.  I came home around 7 and cooked some dinner.  Tomorrow I will try to be more productive.  Tonight I will sleep.


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