Still here, still crossing off days of the week. Grinding away on COVID-19 related work at the hospital. Next week will be another short one so I have something to look forward to.
The skies have been thinly overcast most of the day, but it's still lovely spring Flagstaff weather. Except the ever present wind whispering (roaring) through the pines. I call the April winds in Flagstaff "The Winds of Comedy" because they are so strong you can sometimes lean into them like a Charlie Chaplin silent movie.
|The snow line is retreating up the peaks.|