Down to the numbers.

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I haven't gotten to anything.  Well, I made a meal, two if you count tossing alfalfa sprouts on boiled eggs and salting the lot.  I did step out to check the temp.  It is just under 50, or was.  But it's more than just the temperature.  It is, even with the sun seeming to be out, as if it really isn't.  The palest shadow seems to hang over the world, hereabouts anyway.  It makes getting to anything more difficult.  Sam, actually, has problems too.

No worries.  And there is still a chance I could get to something, small or large.  Rather than drilling holes in the lid, for the worm farm, I am most likely going to cut the center out for much better airflow, then hot-glue screening onto the top.  I just think that would be better for the worms.  If it ends up stinking, I would bet that it won't matter if there are thirty holes or one big open one.  Though I doubt if I will get to that part today.  A shower, hopefully.  A few dishes probably.  Then cleaning cast and the last of the counters beside the stove, though going over the stove again... and the other side.  I made fried chicken gizzards, messy if delicious.

Actually I think I'll take a short nap.  I think I can keep it short.  Then... I'll see when I wake.  Maybe she will be there, and I will find her.  It won't be I who sings her to sleep, but then she often sings my song.  It is often by design, believe or not.  I can be tricky that way, as you may well know.  Good afternoon.