Watching the weather conditions shifting and hoping all my friends in the US and Canada stay safe ( that earthquake). It is hard yo read the news without having to deal with screeds of misogyny, homophobia and racism, not unlike wading through sewage.
Never mind. In my corner of the world, the Great Dane is in time out for affectionately chewing the tail of the small Chub, who lay there passively glum and outraged until I intervened and put Satchi out at the front, still munching on fluffy tail. The Housemate is supposed to be resting in bed and getting better: instead, she is chopping firewood at the back. The just-fixed fridge is humming away and making clunk-clunk noises from time to time. There is large bunch of pink roses on my study desk. It’s good, it’s bad, it’s what it is.
On a more elevating note — contralto Karen Clark singing the music of Hildegard of Bingen, composed 800 years ago.