Wanted: water wings, 1 pair

Yesterday, I noticed that I had somehow ended up on the receiving end of a bunch of salty food, starting with leftovers of soup, moving on to some really delicious half-sour pickles, and ending with some sausage that was part of dinner. I do not know if my reaction last night was psychosomatic, but I started to feel a bit the way I did last year the morning of my departure for home from Moscow, which ended up with me spending some time in a hospital.

Gotta watch that salt.

It has been raining pretty steadily every day for the past several days, with the precipitation preceded quite loudly with thunder. This afternoon, my attempt to nap was interrupted by one of those Emergency Alerts that is sent, I am guessing, to all phone numbers within an area code, because I am not sure that specifically we, as close as we are to bay waters, are in an area prone to flash flooding.

One thing is for sure, the rain has done wonders to encourage the lawn to grow, and I cannot wait to see just how many mushrooms will sprout in the front yard as a result. The fruiting bodies that spring out of our front yard are almost all boletes that stain purple or darker if disturbed.

Cheers...