Things I Had to Endure This Afternoon

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I am sitting outside the too well insulated house under a sunny 72°F / 22°C sky. It's a quite Sunday afternoon (2:30 PM PDT). There is hardly any vehicle or pedestrian traffic in the neighborhood.

The honey locust trees on the front lawn swaying with enthusiasm to the rhymic teasing of the sunny breeze. Birds in antiphonal chorous calling each other. The quartet of tree roses lined the west fence let their aromatic secret be known to every breeze that roams near. Strangely absent are the sounds of lawn mowers.

This is not a conducive setting to writing the next post, considering the the things I have to endure.