Sun and heat, a few cumulus clouds, a hum that indicates many bees nearby, a few butterflies, and crazy mutant crickets who chirp in broad daylight. It's a nice day. I'd like to be somewhere else. I grow more and more restless, dissatisfied with this place, and resentful that I can't leave. Even a few hours would be good. I will run out of energy soon, but by then the house will be so clean that it will make me sick. Feh.