Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

Finally some sun.  Sitting on the veranda writing.  There's some construction going on in the hood.  Beyond my backyard neighbor, there's a house that was stripped down to its frame and is slowly being rebuilt a few houses down and across the street.  So there the sound of hammering and saws now and again, plus the occassional car, but mostly ocean breezes under the warm sun.  

I'm debating about just taking all I've written for this school article and transferring it to book#2, everything but the SIP stuff, which was the original motivation for writing it.  It has meandered on too much for that school platform.  Maybe I need to roll it back a bit.