I wrote to John, We see blue sky! and R., It's not so bad today, then i scrape my arm on a wire sticking out of the dogyard fence where we no longer go due to ticks and because they brutally whacked the hedges down to nubs, then we turn the corner and buckets and debris start falling from a tuckpointing scaffolding and clouds of dust begin billowing and we rush across the street thinking it's collapsing and then we walk through a mist sprinkler and I start coffing and Lulu starts sneezing and I say It could be worse because it's just something we say.