It's Sat morning and I should be at the things I want to do. Computers are somewhat like good books or soap operas- they stimulate but don't create. The hockey game was great fun last night. The home team got 8 and the others got Less. I was tired after painting or trying to paint the small space between wall and ceiling for the fussy volunteer painter of the choir room. It would help if I didn't need to move a 8 foot ladder around. I may or may not get called to finish, I may or may not care.
Then there was the funeral lunch to help with and of course some visiting. Meanwhile the snow is melting.