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We have spent the past hour or so reclining on the deck, twittering finches swooping above us, Greycie Loo disporting herself, Mr M snoozing on a chair, tea pot in reach, moon slowly drifting out of the redwoods, plane traffic criss-crossing overhead, squirrel galloping on the railing, and Christine and i co-photoshopping a photo of my parents being goofy in the New Bern graveyard.

Christine is going to make pancakes. I need to do something with three sad kiwi and a bunch of sad grapes and plums. (The fresh nectarines smell divine, heavenly.)

A squirrel digs in a pot. I recall why we leave food out.

I hope you have time to rest and relax this weekend.