It’s a stunningly lovely day here, so I’m doing something I don’t do as often as I once did: Lying in the hammock with a good Kindle book.
We hear parts of the United States are searing and dry. But here on the mountaintop far below the Rio Bravo it is cool and soothingly moist, like a baby’s fresh butt wipe. Not moist now, however, as you can see from the scattered clouds and blue sky.
I just swept the terraza’s ceramic tile floor, and it likely will rain later today.
Life remains sweet, and I survived the feedback from yesterday’s post on blacks and Indians in my characteristically good-natured way, and most of the feedback was polite too, which is what makes The Moon one of your lovelier online locations.
Putting racial and ethnic hubbub aside, I’m swinging here with a superlative first novel, The Perfect Assassin, by a guy named Ward Larsen.
I am at peace, the Perfect Hillbilly.