The drippy fog is down to the ground. I will go out in it
for a walk. I like the feel of the mist on my face. There are so many peas on
the vines that they are hanging down. Need help picking and eating them besides
the dogs. Interesting conversations yesterday with a biker who has spent the
last 22 months riding around the U.S. He is headed for home in Montana. I have
no desire to travel.
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