A day of two halves

Sitting in the sun watching the birds in the afternoon, it was hard to believe how grim and rainy the morning had been. 

Later on, George and I made pizza, then watched the end of The Mandalorian. Although as with everything these days, it was only an ending in the sense that it sets up the sequel. 

This is the way, I suppose. 

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