September 26, 2025

Dim days, half rain, half gray light. A cloud of titmice at the feeders late in the afternoon. 

Emotions roiling as though I were a teenager.

Hurricane anniversary weekend. We’re singing a commemoration program at First Baptist. Here’s an enigma: we have too many rehearsals and yet, at the same time, we are under-rehearsed. 

Pride tomorrow. They predict considerable rain.