this, another butchery of the once lovely trees outside my windows:

After the last butchery, two years ago:

And how they looked before the highway department started in on them:

The other thing I woke up to, after decreasing my Predisone 1 mg, Saturday or Sunday, I forget, is all-over pain.  I am so over pain.  I do not understand why I cannot make my rheumatologist understand what he keeps condemning me to.  I lose hope.