You again

A beautiful blue sky day and warmth in the air, which is very welcome.

I'm not sure whether it's the fifth or sixth consecutive night I've headed off to the spare room around 3 a.m., but at least I sleep well after I've warmed up the freezing bed.

I think I feel normal again, but that's always open to debate of course. 

The juvenile woodpecker isn't getting used to having a camera pointed at it but I'm always pleased when I get a reasonable shot.

Was anyone else confused by the ending of "Summer of Rockets?"