Mr. Lector, back in the institution, has now gotten a phone and called the news station. He assures everyone he meant no harm, he is no longer schizophrenic, and the sickle he was carrying was to protect him from mountain lions.

A kid at school had a cough. Fears of swine flu led the school to dismiss him home. He got on his bicycle, and headed home. He was struck by a car rounding a corner and sent by ambulance to a local hospital. The hospital called his parents, who got in their car and rushed for the hospital. They were hit by a drunk driver and  taken by ambulance to the same hospital. Fortunately nobody is too seriously injured, beyond road rash, whiplash, and bruises. They have a group photo all showing their id bracelets.

We are still finding things out of whack in the back yard, like aquatic grass blown flat, out of its rocks, and are increasingly sure it was a downburst from a collapsing storm. What blew our back gate in and dragged a foot-long drop-pin in the wrong direction before ripping the whole pin assembly off the boards…was no small wind.

And otherwise we are going through the flurry of preparation for winter…sealing the mural on the garage is the day’s chore, and that’s going to be a doozie. We have to work with a paintbrush, because a roller would leave bubbles, and we’re afraid to put this stuff into the sprayer. So this is going to be work.

Jane’s sore after wielding our new pruning-hook and taking a dead limb off the hawthorne.

And we are not going to get much office work done today. But we will protect the mural from winter.