Not More Sunflowers

 Not more just yet, anyway. I need to to get them all re-sized and saved in an appropriate folder before I post more. It's important to keep things organized. But I have these from happier days. 

Once upon a time, it was fun to explore. I have to admit that nothing is fun anymore. Nothing. 

Sunflowers +

 Getting that vibe.

On the hot side.

Sunflowers?

 Why not? It's time for new things anyway. Not that I'm finished with re-vamped old stuff. I'll throw in some of that, as well. For perspective.

I'm very eager to see the first release of Webb telescope images. In five days? And then many more, for many years, I hope. 

It Rained Again

 I have to admit I like rain. It's kind of rare around here. This is a dry area with brutal temperature extremes, season to season. So a non-destructive weather event is always welcome. 

I like it that daylight hours are reducing again. In a month or two I'll probably notice it. The only tolerable season around here is Fall. Springtime is screwed up with dust storms. Winter is a killer. Summer is way too hot and very dry. There are only a few months out of the year in this area, when you aren't wishing you were someplace else. But, like I've said before, a low population density really helps to make life tolerable. Lubbock is nicely smeared out and it can expand without doing any violence to habitat because there's nothing but flat dirt in every direction for many miles. Miles and miles of cotton fields. If there ever was "habitat" the cotton farmers killed it long ago. How can you not feel good about a place whose most prominent feature is nothing?

Good Riddance

 Good riddance to another July 4th. Two new Covid variants have been in the news. Spreading rapidly among the vaccinated and unvaccinated and even the previously infected and apparently incorporating the worst of Omicron's characteristics. Well, the stuff is not going away, and there never will be "herd immunity". 

It was a bloody and violent Fourth of July. Here, there, and everywhere. It was a Fourth of July to make any gun nut salivate and drool. Gun nuts love their guns because they get off on gun violence. It's that simple. They like it. It's what they live for. It turns them on.