
Stopped by the courts today. The only one there was Wild Bill Miller. He practices nearly every day. I think the plan is to leap frog everyone else while we huddle in place. It was kinda weird standing there on the deserted courts on a sunny afternoon, blue skies, the very slightest breeze, and only Bill, his bike, and his boules in sight.
I did see the the circles and lines where a few days before pointing games were played on the so called pro-court. I'm sure it will show up on YouTube any day now.
Stopped by Sonoma Market for supplies and saw these two at the bike racks.
I hear that after a year or so dogs begin to look like their owners. I guess that means she'll be going blonde.
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