“Freedom! Horrible Horrible Freedom!”
“You fool! Now we may never know if ants can be trained to sort tiny screws in space!”
It’s another busy but calm morning for me, watering, feeding, swimming, washing clothes, answering piles of email and updating web sites, watching the weather break (finally, my God, it’s been so hot) and picking out something pretty to wear for lunch out.
All of my trains are moving smoothly on their tracks; I must avoid falling pianos.