60 degrees F. and 87% relative humidity...

Have made me afraid to see what the high temperature for today is predicted to be. Eh.

Let us see if this works; am trying to copy a screenshot into this window.

Well, it did. That is in fact much more efficient than entering the hyperlink etc-- which is unnecessary in this case since I have no intention of reading the article and wouldn't expect anyone else to, except perhaps out of curiosity simple. Has Mr Trump been assaulting the USPS for years? Who knew.

The dog has been out in the back yard since I returned from my morning spatiamentum. He finally noticed an apple falling from the tree: it was amusing watching him attack it as if it were a ball only to be disconcerted by the fact that his teeth sank into it. He tossed it in into the air a couple of times before he lost interest. Now he can go take a nap, so far as I'm concerned, since his continued presence is intimidating the jays and squirrels into staying away. Whether he will cooperate with my wishes remains to be seen.

I listened to this album, L'Opéra du Roi Soleil, last night; don't know that I knew Katherine Watson-- a lovely voice. Nor did I realize that Marin Marais's Marche pour les Matelots from Alcyone incorporates (I'm presuming 'incorporates'-- perhaps he is the composer, I suppose)... that tune. Was just hanging shirts from the dryer and finally, at last, my memory turned over: it is Masters in the Hall, the Christmas carol, the melody in Marais's Marche.

Marais is the composer; from Wikipedia (that tells me it is 'this', not 'the', although I'm sure I've seen 'the'):
"Masters in This Hall" (alternative title: "Nowell, Sing We Clear") is a Christmas carol with words written around 1860 by the English poet and artist William Morris.... The French composer Marin Marais composed the tune as a dance for his opera Alcyone of 1706, with the title Marche pour les Matelots.