I went out in the garden yesterday after work and found this little green shield bug hiding out in our insect house (the same one where the bees were nesting earlier this year). Can you see him, tucked between the wooden cylinders?
This must be a rough time of year for insects. It's getting chilly and rainy and I wonder if they sense that their time is coming to an end. Actually, I doubt they have much concept of time -- or of themselves, for that matter.
I got an e-mail from the USPS this morning saying my election ballot has arrived in Tampa and is on its way to being delivered. Woo hoo!
I also see that Trump has been delivered back to the White House, all thumbs-up and dismissive of his infection (as we knew he would be). I'd hoped this experience would teach him something about respecting science and medicine, but I guess not. Instead he's walking around maskless with an active case of Covid. Argh!
As his doctor said, he's not out of the woods, though. Apparently the latter part of the infection can be worse than the beginning as the body's immune responses peak.
The Times quotes another doctor saying it doesn't seem safe to allow him to go back to the White House, given that emergency situations can quickly arise in vulnerable patients with that latter-stage disease. But I'm sure Trump blustered and badgered everyone at Walter Reed into letting him go. They were probably happy to see the back of him.
Speaking of masks, we got our annual library portrait back the other day. We all take a group photo every year, and this year, of course, we're all wearing matching masks made by one of the librarians. You can't really tell in the (slightly blurry) picture, but the fabric is decorated with images of books.
I look a little wild-eyed, don't I? Then again, who isn't, these days?