Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Mildred J. Hill, born in 1859. She composed the tune to the Happy Birthday song. Technically we oughta be paying a royalty fee to her estate every time we sing Happy Birthday to somebody, but I doubt that anybody ever has.
And I've decided that leaving my lawn unmowed and telling the neighbors that it's a wildflower meadow might have unintended consequences. It's getting to the point where I might get a visit from some big game hunters wanting to go on a safari in my jungle. So I guess I better get out there and mow it.
Nothing much else is happening. It's too hot for anything to happen.
Signs of life