The dock is stacked. Quick work—less than an hour—thanks to Bri’s agile and muscular assistance. Of course it feels like a leg cut off having no dock in the water, but the season progresses, eh?

Last night, after a quick look at the super-moon, I headed to bed looking forward to catching up on some zeds. But that’s when the Tetrazzini (not their real name) Karaoke party started up— blasting incredibly horrible song approximations all around the bay. Eventually we closed windows and turned on fans. Although not quite sure, I believe the racket ended about 2 and then I actually slept some. Mural: try to avoid having nouveau riche Italian mobsters (or their children) anywhere near your neighborhood. They can be crass.

Foggy this morning, eventually burning off. Honey bees doing something very noisy in the old balsam on Tyson’s shoreline (swarming, I think). Warm and bright afternoon with a lively southwest wind. Great opportunity to take Heliotrope for a two hour frolic, which she, we, and Pax (I think) all enjoyed.

Today I meant to upload more photos of the past week, but I didn’t get around to it until too late. And now this evening, our internet service is crawling at slug speed. So—tomorrow—during daytime off peak hours, I will be uploading—or so I hope.