It's still morning here in the West, and that coffee is tasty, thankee mucho.
Good to hear from you LIT and Scattered Thumbs.
I managed to get through the fourth without going out and causing any mayhem. Starting on Friday, our neck of this valley sounded like a war zone every day; as early as nine in the morning, some enthusiastic soul would start shooting shells off, you know, the kind you see in the big fireworks shows? BOOM - --- -- - BLAM - SPUTTER-POP. And so it went until about ten or twelve at night; people on the next street would get cranked up late afternoon, and continue --------------- . Now, I've been around enough stuff that blew up without me being in control to make me jumpy, and by Monday night, I was tired, real tired. Glad it's over. No company, just me, Mrs. Hairy, and the critters both of whom resided in my lap or hers when they could.
Weather is summery, here.
Y'all have a good day.
Later.