Hurricane Irma is headed our way, so the all the things outside that could fly had to come in. And, shortly after shooting yesterday’s images, I leaned over to pick up a plastic shovel and popped something in my back.

The Mrs. And Medium Boy took on the brunt of preparations, hauling tables and chairs into the crawl space and living room.

Also, ouch.

An early morning errand run and I found some cut-back kudzu along the way.

The weather is turning and you can dine outdoors again, letting you see little slivers of light around campus.

I never get tired of the late afternoon light in our dining room.

Outdoor living, perhaps.

That private parking spot from yesterday didn’t last long.

Suspect this is leftover from the game, or maybe some have just taken to reserving their favorite parking spots.

One of our favorite spots closed suddenly a few years ago, nothing has taken up its space downtown.