A week ago in Amsterdam the (Dutch) Immigration official noted I was headed to Seattle and said, "There's no song about Seattle, is there?" I told her there was: "The bluest skies you'll ever see are in Seattle" and added sotto voce, "But it's a lie. It's grey and drizzly most of the time." She laughed.
Yesterday was beautiful, although a bit windy. Today the grey drizzlies are back... nice day to do laundry, practice my oboe, and change out the water in the fish tanks.
I’ve had a baby mollie explosion in my tanks. One very happy male and three females have produced probably about four dozen babies. I’m to the point of separating the males from the females in two separate tanks just to get a handle on the population.