Friday, sit and stare

With all the talk of a nor'easter, I was counting on the weather to keep the contractors from arriving this morning, as they have done every day this week with the result that I have been ever more sleep-deprived and useless even for things I would like to be doing. It seemed quite plausible that I might actually sleep until my alarm for the first time since the weekend.

At a quarter to eight, they rang our doorbell. This feels like cheating.

We sing out across the land and across the water

We lit the sixth night's candle for truth, and then the candle for my grandfather's yahrzeit. Autolycus looked up at me from spatch's arms.