Today I made it 3 miles!  Yay!!  


The goat path has an apple tree overhanging it.  Oh the prodigal bounty!


 Some of the neighbors have been in quarantine too long.

On 37th off Roswell, another little free library!


Last night at the protests - the Feds have left.  Every time the anarchists tried starting a fire, peaceful protestors showed up and made them leave.  Yay!  I hope the anarchists don't show up tonight with guns and clubs.


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