There is still some blue in the sky, but mostly a big white cloud and a ray of sun just now on the street. Hubby is at the park with the dogs. The day is now silent saved for a crow outside in the hood , distant. My gifts have not been well received except by my family. My good friend never emailed me back after I sent a cactus for his mom's passing and his kids (they had received a bouqet earlier from us too). My monk teacher of tibetan has severed his communication with me. Strange. It was a failed experiment in philanthropy of a sort  and love.