All of our street lights have turned purple. Apparently the coating used to standardize the light color has worn off the lights in the Arizona sun and subsequently now appear purple. It’s not on purpose.
I’m not convinced LED street lights are a good thing.
It’s well into the 70s here in the Sonoran Desert and the sun is shining brightly. When I went on my hike earlier this morning I noticed a lot of the flora was starting to show some color and the like. One of the fastest running deer also shot by me early in my adventure this morning; I’m assuming they’re as excited about the nice weather as I am.
Earl asked me a couple of times this past week if I was going to shave and I did last night. I’m back to my previous facial hair configuration, simply because I am not mentally to have that much grey hair growing on my face at this point of my life. Vanity? Of course. I need my appearance to match how I see myself as much as possible in order to keep my wits about me. Vanity? Of course.
Apparently I got a little bit of sun during my hike this morning. I need to be better at keeping that sort of thing in check.
After my hike this morning I decided to take a nap. When I awoke from my nap, Truman was anticipating my arrival to the plane of reality. He wanted to know why his weekly Caturday post hadn’t been posted as of yet. Because of this delay, he decided to pose in an exceptionally cute way.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!