I did try to write yesterday, but I made very little progress. I fear today will be no better.
Last night, we watched H. C. Potter's Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream Home (1948), long a favorite of mine.
Later,
CRK

5:29 p.m.
The high today was 75˚F. I had a nice walk around the property late today, trying to rebuild this meatsack after thirteen months in quarantine.…
I think from now on I'm gonna cut to the chase and describe myself as "gender oblivious." The sun is back, thank goodness. Delta was not welcomed…
Still rainy. Delta spinning down, and Alabama lost great numbers of pecan trees. Our high today was only (ugh) 74˚F. It's Sunday, isn't it? I had to…