After a quiet, light breakfast morning, it was off to Skyands Manor for the afternoon, for a bit of molecule moving. They say Spring is going to hit with a vengeance tomorrow, so I will enjoy the quiet paths and slowly waking trees while I can. I won't mind the green, of course, but I wish it could come without the heat.
I had a long, quiet middle of the day up here, while E and J worked on their own projects and cleaned the downstairs. Bug did come up and rattle and smudge The Womb and me, which felt lovely, and served to usher the last of the Albany based anxiety out of the space.
I finished my time up here watching Vincent & The Doctor, and my conversion to the dark side was complete. It took three years away, and then ten episodes, and I still don't like Ms. Pond, but I am ready to accept Mr. Smith as The Doctor. He might not be my Doctor, but maybe he's The Doctor I need right now ...
There's more I could say about that, but I am blinky, and the couch beckons. Good night.
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