It's dusty and windy and humid - a really odd combination. It's a stirred up atmosphere that seems to suit the mood lately. I have never been one to lounge in my pajamas all day, like so many who seem to have adopted that routine while they've been working from home. Perhaps as a retiree I established a daily routine that involved getting completely dressed, and choosing my shoes based upon the day's activity (Garden work? Socks and tie-on sneakers or boots. Walking around the house? Loafers or sandals will do.) But I stayed home and preserved my health and that of my neighbors all spring, and now a few fools have decided science and prudent COVID-19-prevention practices aren't for them, so we basically have to start all over again. They've squandered the work we all did this spring. And we know why. There's no fixing stupid, but MOM says it's a good thing none of those fools from Washington, D.C. are coming to town this summer. Something about throwing bags of dog poop. . .