What Fools these mortals be...

... There are three degrees of bliss
And three abodes of the Blest,
And the lowest place is his
Who has saved a soul by a jest
And a brother's soul in sport...
But there do the Angels resort!

The Jester -- Rudyard Kipling

It was, Edrington observes, rather expensive, hiring a printer to have exactly one copy of that sheet made. Worth it, though, apparently. :-)

My to do list is glaring at me.

Scanning, taxes, Winter's Tale, laundry, file conversions, packages to make up for mailing on Monday.

And yes, iclysdale, should find out if contractors are dead. Make sock garters, just 'cause.

A most delicate series of operations, and I have just begun to bleed; Also, it is PISSING it down out there.

I feel somehow I ought to attempt nothing without a nap.

EDIT: The Protestant Work Ethic can BITE me. Have decided to replace it, at least temporarily, with the "cookies-for-productivity" approach, in which nothing MUST be done but if things DO get done, there will be cookies. Have already awarded self 2 cookies.