Nothing like a 2-hour time adjustment. Traveling as fast as we do, it amounts to jet lag, and the only thing we can say is—we’re sleepy half the day and awake half the night.

We’re getting stuff done, but we feel kind of done in. Some vitamins are in order, likely.

On the other hand, we’re getting some writing done. We’ve done a lot of snipping in the garden, to keep spring growth in check—one of those things about a well-regulated ‘low’ garden is that we do have to snip, or pretty soon we can’t see the pond. I just went out and removed a bushel of quince bush between my working chair and the pond. I’ve cleaned the filter and decided to put back the sponge bag (filter media) I took out of the waterfall yesterday: the pond suffered a bit, and I think I know what was the matter in the flow pattern, so I’m trying that. The water is still great, just a little clouded by muck stirred up; and I think I’ve got that fixed.

The cats do NOT understand time zones. They want their food on Texas time, thank you. Of course they always want food, so they’re starting complaining two hours before meals.

But we’re getting along. It’s going to sock in and storm, and I wanted to get that waterfall situation rectified before the rain, so I’ve done that. Jane’s working on her book, I’ve gotten the final edit on Yvgenie done, and am working on the Foreigner story again…so as aforesaid, we’re kind of muzzy, but we’re trying. Allergies aren’t helping; and we’re running the filters that we’d shut down while we were gone, but there’s catch-up to do. At least the outdoor temp is a gorgeous 71 degrees…going to fall into the 60’s with the rains…but the garden is absolutely glorious. We do clematis really well, and several vines are in bloom.

We need to take a drive down to the falls—midtown. They’re absolutely glorious, and will be on the rainy days. They’re dangerous…people fall in now and again (two this week) and it’s very sad; you stand the same chance in the Spokane Falls area that you do falling into the Colorado in the Grand Canyon: even experienced world-class kayakers have to respect these rapids, and you just do not want to take chances on the slippery rocks around the water edge. When you go out on the bridge that spans the falls, the whole bridge vibrates and hums to the impact of the water on the rocks that it’s tied to. The water comes out that glassy cold-water green that you see at, say, Niagara, because this is not only rainfall, this is snowmelt. Water shaped the Pacific Northwest, and though we’re the ‘dry’ side, we have creeks that would be called rivers in some states, and water here has a fierce gradient—we’re at 2000 feet in the city, and halfway across the state, beside the Columbia, you’ll be at 600 feet—then up to 3000 for the Cascades, and back to sea-level in Seattle. We have our ups and our downs, and the most of our ‘dry side’ water heads straight for Grand Coulee and the Columbia as fast as it can get there. The Columbia heads for the sea and comes out near Astoria WA with considerable impact as it hits the incoming Pacific—making that area the place they train the US Coast Guard for high-wave rescues.