It’s supposed to frost tonight.
How do I know? The joints in my feet hate me these last six hours. Oh. Emm. Gee. The pain!
But, it’s also been lovely the last few days. Even the light drizzle Tuesday morning didn’t really change anything.
Sunday I went over to the state park overlooking the Susquehanna between Wrightsville and Columbia. I didn’t stay long — there was a large group having a party/cookout, and I felt like I was intruding — but it was a lovely day and I took some photos of the river.
Monday was warm. I didn’t mind. It was a pretty day.
Tuesday after the rain I went for a walk. The temperature definitely dropped with the rain, but it remained nice and pleasant.
Wednesday was a bit blustery. I actually had to put the winter blanket on the bed last night, and then I was too warm. 🙁
As I write this, the Phillies/Dodgers game is going into the 10th, and I’m not sure either team wants to win this. I have no rooting interest here. I want a Brewers-Blue Jays World Series, because that’s the one the television executives will hate. And if the Blue Jays win it all, they have every reason not to go the White House. Maybe Mark Carney can invite them to the Canadian equivalent?
It’s 48 degrees, and it’s going down into the mid-thirties, so I should close up the windows before I go to bed.
To my surprise, I pulled off a victory in this game of Backgammon.
I did not think I would get those two pieces out — I swear xgammon cheats on the rolls — but I did, and sent a white piece back to my home quadrant after white had begun removing its pieces from play. And white ended up in a situation where he had more pieces further away from removal than I did, so I was able to remove pieces with any roll, while white had to move some pieces instead of removing them.
This was luck, not skill.
Wallpaper from here, courtesy of Dark Horse Comics.
Vivat Grendel!