With the shopping done yesterday and a whole Sunday to myself, one would think I would get more done, but only if one didn't know me well. I even woke up pretty early, but somehow the day just vanished in a tide of minutia and lazing. The lupines were sprinkled, the litter box was cleaned, a few chapters of a book were read—well, re-read— and a minor load of laundry was done. That's about it, other than the entertainment I provided the cats, and the entertainment the Internets provided me. I haven't even cooked my dinner yet. I probably ought to have taken a nap, as early tomorrow morning will be the best time to watch the Lyrid meteor shower, and I hope to be awake for it. Then I'll have something by which to remember this otherwise wasted day.
Ah, but the lupines are lovely this year.
by Miroslav Holub
There is the microscopic anatomy
of the whale this is reassuring. – William Carlos Williams
We have a map of the universe for microbes, we have a map of a microbe for the universe.
We have a Grand Master of chess made of electronic circuits.
But above all we have the ability to sort peas, to cup water in our hands, to seek the right screw under the sofa for hours.