Another month… OK, another two months tops. Certainly not three, before I have to start looking at getting the lawn tractor ready for another season of circling the property. The closures, Island wide, today; didn’t affect me. After all, the big blue tractor was by, to make sure we were free of any new drifting. It was my choice to stay by, waiting for the call that I was a millionaire, or a senator, or whatever else my phone could deliver.