Here we are in the west, between ELM and the green dog. Clear and cool, that's us.
So, this morning it's 65°F in these parts and we're huddling in our parkas, warming our hands on our coffee mugs. If Weather were really looking out for us, temperatures would taper off: 95°, 93°, 90°... but Weather is bad at transitions. I spent this summer outside in the fields or, on easy days, in a barn. Pick another topic, Bruno, because when it comes to high-temperature endurance stories I WILL WIN. Even if I don't compete, you'll see my smug expression and know I am the victor.
- The water heater stopped working, and Annie fixed it with (wait for it) di-electric grease! I let her use mine.
- Water comes out of the taps when we want it. Stays inside the taps when we don't. Not new, but we like to stay grateful.
- Electrical challenges seem to be at bay, although we have decided to replace our old converter and new charge controller with an all-in-one unit that we hope will not fight itself to the death.
- I bought a can of air and productivity has soared. I knew it would.