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

So far we and the dog have survived the trauma of illegal fireworks for the Fourth. I imagine there'll be more this evening, but the weather continued mild enough that shutting windows and the back door wasn't unbearable, and I think having both of us home, jigsawing as is now usual in the evenings, was a comfort to the poor dog.

( Condo development. )

D.O.P.-T.

This morning, Grey One was peeping out from under the car, awaiting breakfast. But when I looked out of my window a few minutes later, a mostly black cat I've seen recently was on the porch instead. I hope poor timid Grey One got to eat later.

( Day lilies. )