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

We survived the fortnightly visitation of the cleaners. But attempting to remake my bed with clean sheets after their departure around a huggy Bear who was determined to lie upon the bed, I didn't notice I'd thrown the comforter down on his waterbowl. So I stepped upon it. Result: one soggy comforter, one smashed waterbowl, one wet foot, one sodden area of carpet.

D.O.P.-T.

The Wild Hunt rode all last night; the fairy lights on El Camino were strobing as the branches on the little trees thrashed. This morning the sky was swept pale blue and almost all the leaves were gone off the gingkos - I watched a guy drive his truck to work with the windshield half covered in a pile of yellow.