This morning I built a good fire in the basement and settled in to read. And read I did – for most of the day. Then I came upstairs and watched some of the ice dancing with Summer. She thought it was pairs skating and, finally, after a couple of confusing verbal exchanges with her grandpa, exclaimed, “This is ice dancing!?!” That was about as exciting as my day got.

I did have one bit of daydreaming when I envisioned a conveyor belt going up to the chimney and dropping wood right onto the fire whenever I pushed a button on my remote. Other than that, it was a slow idea day.

And, now, I am sleepy. Goodnight, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.