Once again, into the breach. (Is that a famous quotation? Why yes it is, or almost is, Google tells me. From Shakespeare's Henry V: "Once more unto the breach, dear friends...")

In any case once more, today, I spanned the need-for-grass-cutting breach, pulled out our little mower, and zoomed it around whacking off dandelion heads, among other things.

The day is perfect, the bad weather's past (say forecasts), and it's time to git 'er done. We've got a long trip coming up and our Things To Do list is lengthy.

Anything else to report? I continue to read F.D.R. by H.W. Brands and find it excellent fall-back-to-sleep reading. His ability to pull himself together after contracting polio--getting back into the political game and winning the presidency--is quite a tale. In reading such books I sometimes reflect on the providence of God: how Roosevelt had the right elements of personality, wealth, and tragedy to make him an ideal leader for the U.S. in one of its toughest times.

Well, time to jump back into "the breach, dear friends...)