I thank the Lord every day, Jeremy, that even though I'm confined by the covid threat, I'm confined in a place where I can go out in the morning and walk a piece of my little river. It's very wet. This morning the weather report said the humidity was 100%. By the time I've gone a couple hundred paces I'm soaked in sweat, and by the time I get to the turnaround point my jeans are wet up to my knees. But it's always knock-me-down beautiful. This morning the sun was out, and it's close enough to fall that a few leaves are turning. By the time I get home I'm usually convinced that I haven't anything worth posting. So far, I've always been wrong.
