Up at 6:20, not too early, to gray skies, southerly wind and, as I walked outside, to the hum of lake flies, hovering just beyond the leaves of the trees. This also happened a couple weeks ago and then I never noticed them again. Last year we had an influx of them, covering the windows, drawn to light but so far, we have not had a problem. As I sit here, the gray sky keeps changing, as the sun tries to peak through, creating various shades of gray, not only in the sky but on the surface of the lake. Lots of crows in the yard, as I hear Evie's clapping out the upstairs window, making them fly away as ducks circle in the water, looking for vegetation. Usually, I see a heron as well, wading in the shallows, looking for a fish.
I am heading into Erie to do some shopping, perhaps hit Wegman's as well, as its story in Erie is much better than Jamestown. We are having Pat Jones and the Leonards over for dinner tonight, before Pat heads back to Houston, the Leonards to Lexington, KY for a few days, to visit their daughter, Kathy.
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