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

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The Hunt obviously rode on Sunday night. Intermittent rain and high wind all night at work - the door banged incessantly - and the temperature in the store finally got below 71 degrees (other employees keep cranking the heat up and making it a sauna). When I walked home from the bus, bits of maple trees strewed the sidewalks, and the air was brisk like autumn. But the only part of our driveway that was wet was a great fan of water from the downspout off the roof. And the high grass in the back garden looked as if water had been blown through it from a hose. So I watered my seeded beds anyway, to be sure.