Morning. 68 degrees, going for a high in the low 80s.
How did it get to be the last day of June? Tempus is fugiting as fast as it can haul itself. I'm headed to Washington State to pick up my grandson in ten days. Seems like I just dropped him off last week, but it has been a month. He has a summer job on Harstine Island watching his three year old cousin for my daughter and son-in-law. The location sure beats the hell out of any of my babysitting jobs at that age: he has access to a private beach overlooking Puget Sound with Mt. Rainier in the background.