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

Spent a lot of my one-day weekend sleeping, assisted by periodic light rain. The dog categorically refused his morning pill, even after it was wrapped in peanut butter, but did eat his night one along with the rest of his dinner.

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

The bluebells are out in full force in the driveway.

I managed to miss the eclipse, but I did blót for Eostre in the backyard.

D.O.P.-T.

Mr. and Mrs. Mallard are back: we've seen them at the swimming pool, and this morning they flew low across the road - with landing gear down and applying reverse thrust, the way ducks do when coming in to land - and alighted on a lawyer's front lawn where there are presumably lots of grubs.