Saturday morning, April 15

1) A reasonable night's sleep interrupted by alarm clock so I could be up and caffeinated for the locksmith.

1a) The locksmith, a Man Younger Than I, was a veteran who served overseas eight years. He thinks we're heading toward war.

2) Spring has come. Patches of the garden are carpeted in small blue flowers again - scilla, I think they're called - and the first two daffodils have come out. The star magnolia is starting to bloom, which means my house will be at its most beautiful for the next three weeks.

3) It's almost 9:30, but I'm still not exactly "sizzling with zeal" to get things done.