
It is May. It is May. It is May.
I keep saying that it is May because it’s hard to tell right now.

Part-time prevaricator
It was gorgeous out this weekend, simply beautiful. Highs of 29°C Saturday and Sunday. So I washed, like, all the laundry in my house and hung it on the line to dry on Saturday.
My neighbours decided to have themselves a fire in their backyard fire pit, about an hour before I brought my laundry in.
Long story short, every shirt I put on now smells like camping. Not that I’m complaining.
It’s nice to be able to forget my gloves in the office and not worry about having my fingers shatter.
Items found in the pockets of a parka unworn since February:
Much appreciated, past self.
So here I am in Winnipeg, ready for a class this Tuesday evening, and what shows up this morning? That’s right. A blizzard.
And it occurs to me: Will the instructor for the class be able to make it here from south of town?
Update: She did indeed make it in.
This evening I set up my camera on a tripod, with a wall wart providing power, and pointed at the sky. I used CHDK to ask that it take one photo every 30 seconds till I told it to stop. I started it about 6:30 PM and shut it down about 9:00.
That’s the result.
Next up: more star trails.