The bird feeders are filled. This morning the finch feeder had quite a little assortment of finches on it. Lovely.
The ridiculous thing is that I have, indeed, been in contact with poison oak for the third time in a row. When I put that sweater in the wash, I worried that some oil might have gotten on me. It isn't much, fortunately. I seem to be managing it well with Zanfel about once a day for each new little patch. Just on my hands, very little. The scars and scabs from the last two bouts are still healing. There is a dramatic difference in how quickly my skin heals now that I have become so elderly. It's not a nice thing. But...as they say...consider the alternative.