Cool and drizzly and dreary on the lovely spring day. The birds are twittering, the cats are snoozing, and the foghorns are speaking to each other again.
I had not been aware, previously, that foghorns could convey exasperation and rudeness quite so clearly as they do.
Slogging along on many thing that need to be written and re-written and rewritten once again. Â Meanwhile, it’s my turn in the “whatcha reading?” hotseat over at Book View Cafe.