A cold front roared through here last night shortly after dinner, and the temperature plummeted. Downright cold today, mostly overcast, but clearing just before dinner, with a powerful west wind. Big white stallions galloping west to east out in the channel.

It is interesting here in the foam home to notice how drastic changes in temperature are always ignored. Yesterday, coming inside felt like stepping into an air-conditioned room. Today, coming inside feels like stepping from the North Pole into San Diego.

(But, just to be on he safe side, considering the wind and temp outside, we have just now put a few licks in the stove, which yesterday I thought had seen the end of its service this season.)

Today, in the wildlife department:
Pax treed a big raccoon over by Pine Box;
I was buzzed by a hummingbird;
I saw a pair of big northern water snakes up in the grass by the the mouth of the Kagawong River slither from relative warmth into the cold bay water;
We saw of pair of loons working upwind along the shore;
And then we saw a paradox come straight at us, although that seemed like quite a contradiction.

Sitting in the Zen spot before dinner we watched Aeolus whip a can of blue-green spray paint up and back along the near shore, sending fans of ripples this way, and that.