Woke up with a pounding headache this morning. I guess that beats waking up with the house down around your ears, though, which was altogether too common in the Midwest today.
They're calling for pop-up thunderstorms in the afternoon, so Turk and Bobbi and I bicycled to Taste for breakfast and then down as far as the State Fairgrounds where they were loading cars for the Mecum auction: The parking lot was liberally strewn with GTOs, 'Cudas, Mustangs, and even a winged Dodge Charger Daytona and a beautiful '67 Corvette 427 ragtop. I pedaled my bicycle up and down the aisles of cars in slack-jawed wonder.
Back up the Monon to Locally-Grown Gardens to check out the vegetable starts and grab a bottle of birch beer, and back to Roseholme Cottage. Now to try and get some actual errands done before the rains come.