The Nuggets lost. In the last minute of the game...103-97.
sigh...
Now they head to Los Angeles. Ah, well -- hope springs eternal.
And a lovely soft rain is falling on our thirsty garden and yard. This may seem commonplace to Everyone Else in the World...but it's a rare occurence here in Colorado.
Have a good weekend -- and don't forget those whose sacrifice made this Memorial Day weekend, spent in freedom, possible.
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