Spots dots and stripes lines. A cheat as I couldn't find a spotted neck tie and I've not worn a striped shirt for years. As for the spots in my eyes . . .

       I've become rather sporadic with lifting the camera to my eye. I had it in the truck when we went over to Show Low this morning and now I berate myself for not stopping to snap the very low cloud cover broken only to allow sunlight on the hills. The noise of the wind whistling about the house last night interrupted my sleep. Didn't fully awake until I was eating my second breakfast of oatmeal with coffee.

       My latest reading has been Téa Obreht's Inland  due back at the library tomorrow. Less than one hundred pages to go.