. . .or at least to Belfast Bay. Can’t really afford the day off right now, to go down to Old Orchard Beach.
But, we did go down to Belfast, after. . .Steve’s dental appointment, and breakfast at Governor’s. The really nice thing about getting up Stupidly Early in the day is that you can get lots done before noon. If, yanno, getting lots done includes driving down to Belfast Bay.
The day was warm and sunny, by which I mean 40F/4C, and it was so very, very good to get out of the house. The tide was out at Belfast, but we walked around the park and the boat landing for a bit, looking out at the grey water, the seagulls, the ducks and the cormorants. We did duly note that we are not to exceed 10 knots in passing a Right Whale, which species visits our waters all year round (who knew?).
Then we drove home through Brooks and all over that way, and it’s hardly past noon. Plenty of time to get some work done. Plus, we were out in the heat of the day; temps are supposed to start dropping, oh, about now, and hit a low of 9F/-13C tonight.
Tomorrow’s supposed to be somewhat cooler, and Wednesday, of course, we’re expecting significant snowfall.
Yes, welcome to Maine.
So, today, Steve reads Fifth of Five while I do laundry and, oh, why not? Some tax paperwork, which, much like writing a novel, isn’t gonna fill out itself.
For those who wonder what sort of Wild Goings Ons are perpetuated by coon cats in our absence, I offer this photograph of our hall, when we came back home this afternoon.