Grey skies, 62ºF and more than a bit muggy: climate-change weather machinations and attendant seasonal bastardizations continuing without end.

A brief moment of panic three-to-five-minutes-ago as Kirby, in the midst of chasing a ball, stumbled over himself and let loose a yelp and a limp. He's since walked it off, no problems putting weight on the leg. Cautious relief, moving forward.

Big day today, the first chat of what I'm considering to be season two of THE SOCIALIZED RECLUSE (eight episodes feels like a solid length for a "season"). Demarcation simply because I'm trying out new things – interview via Zoom, for one – and this is, remarkably, the start of the show's second year.

The day awaits.