Peaceful, mostly

Despite the footrace, the hovering helicopters were few, the loudspeakers were not heard, all was quiet. So we scotched the notion of running a bunch of errands in favor of enjoying the luxury. Then some creephead with a whining electric leafblower broke the silence, spending two hours on rounding up a few leaves that a rake, a broom, a dustpan, and a paper sack would have taken care of in five minutes. So to skip some of this gross intrusion there was a quick dash to KashKarry for some ground pork. The butcher was already grinding some for a woman who planned to make meatballs to go with pasta; ours was for meatloaf. It was even possible to get to the main library, the streets having opened sooner than it was reported that they would be.