Off to church for the first time in 10 years because Paul has a 5-minute meditative music gig.
Patchy frost last night, but perhaps the cucumbers were spared.
Slept horribly while listening to foxes wailing in the underbrush. This meant that the dogs also slept horribly.
I have reached chapter 20 in Great Expectations. I am bringing Moby-Dick to church. This is probably wrong, but it's best to be prepared for every contingency.