The cats stay out

Any chance I could keep it light in here? The car's in the shop. A 21 year old biker dies at an uncontrolled intersection. The soccer team wins. Ring around the currency the stock market falls down. It all just drones on. The biological clock ticks. The haze of stubble-burning days are with us. Mice scrabble in the walls. September's still a really expensive month. And the excitement of a provincial election bubbles forth. Everything's possible but there's no guarantee it'll make sense. 

I just bought a "new" (different, not as old, or as heavy as the old John Deere) chainsaw. A Husqvarna. 61 cc. 18 inch bar. Now I'm looking forward to the cutting I've got to do. It was about 25'C today, but still you can feel Winter rumbling down the road in the distance. There's wood to split and stow inside. 

If I was a chipmunk or a squirrel would I worry? The cats seem to. They're more urgent, more hungry. They look at us through the windows wondering about their chances of getting inside and staying. For them it could be life and death. For us it's allergies. The cats stay out. Such a fine line. Poor cats. I guess. 

Ride report

in:       9'C wind 5 ks SW

out:    19'C wind 15ks NW