D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Leaving work, I noted that someone had done an awe-inspiring job demolishing two entire sections of the cast-iron fence separating our little strip-mall from the adjacent one. One flattened, the other thrown up into the boskage. And there is a not inconsiderable kerb involved, plus large stones embedded in concrete. And a humongous dumpster. I would have suspected the garbage truck, but it would have been way, way off course to be responsible. I regret not having seen or heard anything during the night.

D.O.P.-T.

I cut back the clumps of Jupiter's staff so that the entire sidewalk is once more navigable. It speaks well of the city that the only trash I found in there was a single drinking straw.