The first pic I took had the wires, but no bird, so don't complain.
Mrs. R. said, "A rainbow, but no rain."
It was 85 degrees, again, when I arrived in the library office this morning. It was a 100 degrees when I left. At home, the outside thermo-probe in the back bedroom says it is a 104 outside, and inside it is 93 degrees.
One of the two nearest Wunderground weather stations says it is 103, that one is down by 70th street and Sunshine Park. The other says 97 degrees, and it is only a couple of blocks away.
Wunderground also says it is going to be down to 72 by Tuesday. I can't imagine.
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative. -- Oscar Wilde