I was Binging all over the place -- trying to make sense of statistics on Mexican gun imports -- when New Dog Libby started fussing. Since I was dressed only from the ankles up, I settled for through-the-window surveillance of whatever threat alerted her.
--One lonesome hen turkey, pecking around the mulch pile,
--A mallard swimming in the canal.
--Three or four very hyper fox squirrels prospecting for buried acorns in the newly thawed earth.
Spring is nice. Screw Mexico.
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