Here in California often not,

though weathering weirdness we are ever awaiting rain.

Which comes and goes, never enough,

leaving the Industrial Luncheonette dry by noon

with more on the way overnight. Some nights, anyway.

As time and fantasías roll by and maybe, no, I don’t need a lifted ’05 Tundra with 17″ wheels,

though I might need one more gently used than what I got…and I might need to decide pretty quickly what needs to go into that one that needs to move up to Wall Spring.

Which was duly done and meanwhile,

as of Friday, we are said to be Immune…to the current iteration of the teeny tiny deadly virus if not the ongoing depredations of out fellow humans, in honor of which – but not whom – we

took ourselves to Gabby’s for a celebratory dinner out [not shown, and not out either as all

outside tables were taken], protracted due to distracted service but rich in memories and…food.  Morning brought more typically March-ish winds

and afternoon, ditto, the town rife with humans despite, swarming in anticipation of that

arbitrary idiocy Daylight “Savings” which even more stupidly they seem to be trying to make permanent…so for half or a third of the year we all can awake to an extra hour of darkness.

Brilliant. Why not just leave “time” be and allow the light to grow and diminish as it will?

Sunday wasn’t so sunny anyway; the “new” time was adjusted to, dogs were in ‘n’ out and afternoon’s light was utterly unworthy of picture taking…plus the hordes continued, re-creating or whatever it is they come for.

At any rate come the dawn came bitterly cold winds from the west, making a person happy

to have a mouth-warming mask for walking the shore before a busy day of provisioning,

shuffling vehicles

and clearing Linda’s studio in anticipation of future further work.

All of which kept Sumi edgy.  That Border Collie mentality; “Everything in its place [always]

and…no wolves!”

OK.