Then, On a Sunday, with a Thought of Rest, You Look at the Calendar and Think, "Oh, Lord. Help Me Get Through This Week Ahead."

As Chitunga and I were leaving Milford, we saw a bird posing very near us and I thought, that must be a juvenile crane or something. The head-feather threw me off. When I looked him up at home, I learned that he is a Yellow-Crowned Night Heron, likely a juvenile, and it's the first I've ever seen. Beautiful creature. I couldn't help but think back to Black-Capped Night Herons which were the mascot of the Beargrass Creek Task Force. Very regal, indeed.

After a tremendously long Saturday, I woke up thinking Sunday was going to be a day of rest, but then I saw the big items coming on my calendar and knew I had to get ahead. As a result, I spent another day sitting on my arse working, before being asked to West Haven to see Yellow, Silver Gal, Kathy and Michael's new digs. It was the first time I was on those beaches and Kathy was right, "It's such a beautiful drive to meander along the coastline." I definitely want to do that again.

I need to hold my breath and get through the next week of graduate school grading, celebrations, and graduations, so I can continue to focus on the other projects calling my name. In the meantime, yesterday Rich Novack had us go outside during his conference session and to take in our backyards. He asked us to write and this is what I came up with...Backyard.