We woke up to another morning of dense fog. It hung over the valley late into the morning. Taking the daily constitutional in shorts is getting harder and harder.
The weekly trip to “the farm” (where we pick up our food from the CSA) yielded a couple of mandarin oranges among more prosaic eggplant, greens, late-planted carrots, and peppers. Jordan was a gentleman to the other person picking up her stuff and we were first there at like 8:30.
The walk was uneventful. The latest bill for the printing of the radio club newsletter hit an all-time low of just under $55 … I’m not asking any stoopid questions. One more Board Meeting to run and I’m (at least temporarily) out of a volunteer job. That will be nice for a while. Classes start in January … don’t know how many or where yet.