20Apr/200
Gas What?
I started a post about the strangeness of today’s oil price crash set against childhood memories of gas lines and shortages in the 1970s.
Then it borked and the save failed.
We got through another day. Groceries ordered. I sat on the deck and managed to answer a few emails.
The roses are blooming.
Heady scent lingers.
Profusely blooming roses.
Abundance of Spring.
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