Clearing out the mists

They never really did, just receded to higher altitude. We hope for better sun tomorrow. Pasta primavera-ish dinner, with some grilled chicken added; the asparagus is amazing right now. We aren't growing it, but can get plenty of good stuff from the markets.
Still wending my way along in that big Pynchon novel; sometimes he's irritating, at others, frightening, and still other times, quite vivid and good. It's too big for me to have grasped its structure yet.