Return of the Wren

The Wren from Carolina returned from his summer days in the woods. He sang me awake this morning flitting around the patio, perched on every chair back. It's cooler just today only, pity I'll be at the painting studio.

For the Record,
This day came in cooler with drier air moving in. New heat wave next week.

Seems like they will finally close the old Boston Strangler case. Those were scary days, especially when the suspected killer, Albert DeSalvo, escaped for a day from a local psychiatric hospital cell not far from here when I was a young teen.