It is 5:30 am. The house is quiet except for the ticking of the clock and a occasional whir or click from some appliance or such thing on which we have come to depend.Slept very little this night, which is becoming more common. Sleeping pills are cheap, but I consider the use of them as borrowing sleep. Somehow and some when, the debt must be paid.
Looking through the rest of the photos that I did yesterday. It was much fun to get out and about, but the photos were not so great. We picnicked at the Davy Crockett Birthplace Park, which interestingly was nearly free of people. Oh, the pool was busy, and campers were in campgrounds, but the rest was peaceful.
Met a couple from Virginia that came for a visit. The wife had previously been to the Alamo, so they figured they had ol' Davy pretty well covered. When I informed them that there were at least two more places they might want to see concerning the frontiersman, they agreed that it would be worth the effort.
11:18 am. Finished the time sheets, printed paychecks, paid some bills, took the Ford van for oil change and tire rotation.
3:10 pm. The thermometer says 93 degrees, and the mountains are lost in the ubiquitous haziness of summer. The nearest is only three miles from me, yet it isn't much more than visible. The range quickly disappears into a mist of natural and man made pollutants. They will probably be as such until a cold front slips in.
Some of the local school systems have begun classes, so be extra careful. The youngest students are small and difficult to see, especially if you are operating an SUV.
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