Je pense . . .

On the veranda. Atlanta under some earlier-than-expected rain. It is very, very pleasant.

There is a streetlight. I tend to think, what with the extreme and almost unprecedented budgetary pressures under which the City of Atlanta finds itself, and which will only get worse, that turning streetlights off (forever? please?) would be a good early move out of the Austerity Handbook. You know, before you sock it to poor people.