Another suncatcher fell last night. That’s three, now, that’ve come down. Kelly swears that it’s getting warmer, but the only evidence I believe is the flinching needle on the cap’ shelf. Hasn’t been this far down since the six weeks of rain we got ‘couple years back. I tell Kelly not to worry about it. Show him the almanac and how we’re not outside the error margins. Yet. I don’t show him the cap’ gauge though; that’d send him straight into doomsday mode. Like during the rains. Still, something needs to be done about the ‘catchers. I talk to Joe again, even though I really don’t want to listen to his ramble about the powers-that-be. Can’t help politics. More use to work on fixing what’s breaking, but Joe has a good notion and that’s worth the price of listening. Laura and the other Kelly can spare some time from dirt grubbing to help me rummage in The Pile. We’re careful not to spend too much time in there but we do come up with some stuff that looks like make Joe’s balloon idea work. We’ll see tomorrow.