D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

No rain came, so the air is full of grass seed and minute flies. I added to the atmospheric chaos by giving a couple of shrubs a much needed trimming in time for the debris to be carted off in tomorrow morning's pickup. Meanwhile I'm noticing the same strange electrical whining noise coming from somewhere up the street. I'm hoping it's construction-related and will therefore go away, rather than being a transformer or someone's musical taste and therefore long-term.