Wiggins meter went off the charts this morning. My response to this sunrise visitor was instant but brief once recognition set in. However, the effects of a dose of adrenaline take a bit of time to wear off... still waiting... On to the weather. A much used tactic so many of us employ to "break the ice" as it were. Or in my case, it's something to talk about when I got nuttin' else. Redundancy? Oh well, moving on. The Front Porch is currently experiencing 65 degrees of cool 3 mph winds, 73% humidity and fair skies. If the Front Porch were alive I just know it would love the weather breakfast this morning. I'm thinkin' the Flycatcher loves it. 4 days in a row now that bird has put in an appearance at dawn. Probably more days than that, but I've only paid attention the last 4 days. 4 days in a row he has landed in the same tree to sing his song. Here is this mornings pose. And no, your eyes have not gone wonky. I'm just asking too much from my camera. So, alas, the Picture Mission continues...
Vive bene spesso l'amore di risata molto, my Fellow Travelers. I must leave you with this definition I found in the land of Google-
Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed immediately after one accidentally walks
through a spider web.
Doncha love it!!? It's a clinical name for the Spider Dance!!!
