When I saw the golden stormlight in the afternoon, I went out hoping for a rainbow. No rainbow, but it was glorious anyway . . .
Then I went in for a while, and looked out in time to catch the very end of what must have been a perfect rainbow. Drat. I took its picture anyway . . .
After all, rainbows aren’t so common around here that you can afford to waste even a piece of one!
Billy continues to improve, and has no pain at all from his broken vertebra. He’s walking around a bit now, and talking about getting back into his pickup. We’re all hoping that will be possible very soon. It just hasn’t been the same without him.