in early September, no less.

To dogs’ delight but then disappointments as

the wet snow went

to mud pretty quick

which discouraged UPS deliveries although

within a day it was dry enough to allow binins as usual.

We were blessed with a few days’ blue skies

and even though the snow’d left ash on the windshield it

was back to normal covid weather, snowy peaks and worries,

again, for the Inhabitant of the Dome.  Dean was back in the hospital, third visit

this summer, for more torture at the hands of the Medical Establishment, an inexact science.

This time it turned out he’d been prescribed an excess of blood thinners by one doc and though his other felt he should have had none internal bleeding resulted to an alarming degree.

Haze or smoke or whatever it was remained offshore, over the plains

for awhile,

but by Wednesday Dean, having survived yet another ordeal in the Springs, was back, the Huajas were fading and our AQI was not good…

Long thin dogs roamed the woods, as did we…somewhat.