Those coveralls, bandanas, straw hats and work boots, once emblematic of our grooviness, are now the uniform of our lives.
Eclipse!
Sunday evening, as we neared the end of our walk, Clay said we needed to go in to fix dinner. I thought, “Gee, it doesn’t feel that late, but it sure is getting darker.” Then I said out loud, “Why is it so dark?” We went into the house, and I said again, “Why is it so dark when it’s only 6:35 in the evening?”