The left-hand lake of the Silver Lake reservoir has water in it again ... and some newly painted hardware that presumably filters the water, or drains it, or - in Trump's deranged fantasies - provides ingress and outgress for Delta smelt. In whatever case, it's been painted as though it has aspirations to become a lighthouse somewhere on the NE Atlantic - an effect intensified by the quasi-fisherman's cottage behind it.
I was unquestionably up for a walk this morning, even if my face had swollen up in a rather chipmunk-like fashion. Thank goodness for the pain meds ... but in general, things are less sore, even if I still feel rather battered.
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