Yes, I realize that several days ago I was moaning that I might never write again.
Welcome to my psyche.
This weekend is the motorcycle festival in Muskegon. Tomorrow, there is a competitive hill climb, just down the road from us. So it is pretty much black leather and Harley-Davidsons everywhere I look. I don't mind; I'd much rather have the bikers around than the summer people in their Mercedes and BMWs.
Though they are here, too.
Dinner tonight is salmon with lime and pesto on the grill, Spanish rice, asparagus, and an amusingly pretentious little diet Coke, with key lime pie and coffee for dessert.
Summer is sweet, even when it rains.