At the island. Nice evening to be a duck

Trivia with some friends. They chose a painful question to ask in metro Detroit.

Trying out a new teapot from Teabloom. Wanted to try a glass one, plus this one’s big enough to brew for both Camilla and I. Making us Earl Grey.

Loved this ode to the mystical power of waltz in 19th century Vienna — from inside one of our old records, “The Strauss Family Album.” Still plowing through a pile of hand-me-down records, sorting keepers from not keepers.

Listening to a record of Barry Manilow’s “Tryin’ to Get the Feeling” while we do some deep cleaning. So far the best thing about it is the back cover art.

Winds howlin'.

The Everglades are a vast subtropical wetland that behaves like a giant sponge, soaking up floodwaters and filling an underground lake that supplies drinking water to about 9 million people.

Vivid description from Bloomberg.

One of the only natural areas within walking distance of our apartment is a small island in a man-made lake next to the dead mall. They spent most of last year rebuilding the bridge to it. Definitely glad to have it back. I walked over on my lunch break.

My cat, Moose, makes his Winds Howling debut.

Nice sunset tonight. People are squeezing in their last dog walks. About to go pick up pizza.