Caledon Greens
Sunday morning arrived, thoroughly damp and drizzly, with a blanket of hazy, foggy stuff all over the place. Weirdly broken sleep; I have a cold, which didn’t help. Poor Bento is missing Ken & Monty—who are off to see the Vatican early this morning—so he snuggled up by my feet for much of the night. In the afternoon, I made roast pork to feed the troops, but otherwise, it was a day remarkably void of notable events.
