Worth Remembering

Tired this morning after yesterday's feast and a shaky night's sleep, which included one nightmare.  I woke up on the floor, groaning at the images at the end of the dream.  (That's as far as I want to describe it. The rest isn't worth remembering.  "The horror, the horror.")

Stayed in pajamas all morning, ate little, left Spelling Bee to BB.  Rainy outside.  Not going to Tabby's Place today.

The skies didn't clear, but the rain stopped. BB had found a WaPo article about the increasing number of traffic circles, and sure enough, when I followed the link I found three on Route 222 where before there had been none. 

We decided to check it out. Everyone else is bunched up in the shopping centers, so let's go in the opposite direction.  Minutes after we left at 2:30, we were driving through rolling hills in western Lehigh and eastern Berks county, enjoying the view, noting the changes made since the last time. I believe that time was during the early days of the pandemic, at least two years ago.

Kept going after the 3rd and last roundabout, finally getting off 222 in a shopping plaza near Temple. I picked up some Pepsi and two Lindt bars at a Dollar Tree, then consulted the map app for our next move.  Finding a quick way to Route 61 north, we took it up to where it intersected with I-78.  Some construction slowed us down; evidently with all the warehouses being built out that way, they're expanding the interstate on both sides from two lanes to three.

We got home, ate just a little bit of yesterday's leftovers, and then she went upstairs while I made myself comfortable in the rocker-recliner and awaited the Nebraska-Wisconsin match.  My Widdle Baby Durl (TM) emerged from beneath the fleece blanket on the sofa and hopped up on my lap.  Soon, she was napping, and so was I.

Wisconsin had their way with Nebraska.  So it goes.

You See It Too, Don't You?

  

At left:  The 1966 Topps Paul Schaal card, and its background that bugged me when I was 10 years old.  

At right:  A quick adjustment with FastStone at age 66.  Feels good.

Miss Nora appears satisfied

I Understand Completely

In the street, and elsewhere...

Closer

Same bee, different cosmos.  The time stamp says it was taken 15 seconds after the previous image.