The catbird has been here a few weeks, and I heard him singing some mornings on my way to the bus. But this weekend is the first time I've heard his bright, disjointed singing by my apartment. I cherish it. I also heard the oriole today. That's a treasure I only get to enjoy some 1-5 days of each spring, but I've trained myself to recognize his voice. There can't be anything sweeter (save avarii?) and that too I cherish.
Good news out of the Gunflint about the Ham Lake fire. As of yesterday, the East Bearskin and Flour Lake campgrounds are open again. I am glad--I would have bawled if Flour Lake burned. And as of today, the fire is completely contained on the American side. Hopefully some of those 500+ firemen still up there can help the Canadians on their side. They anticipate that the evacuation order will be raised 8 am Tuesday.
Last but not least, I hit the 50 book mark today in fiction rereads, not including non-fiction. It feels gratifying skimming along my shelves and finding them liberally speckled with books I've already savored this year. Just need to quit thinking of more titles to add!
And tomorrow is Monday. Good. I would not have been able to function at work Saturday, but Monday bodes to be busy for me, and that's a good thing.
EDIT: This just in! Breaking news! THE LAST CHAPTER OF BETH'S AWAKENING IS UP!