Last night I used the router for the first time and successfully mangled some otherwise strong and valuable pieces of wood. I made much progress, some of it positive. I quit at about 11 and went outside to lounge in the hammock.

Damn, does it get quiet around here at night!

Until those friggin freight trains rattle by with their distant air-horns and mysterious destinations. The tracks are a good half-mile away -- so it's the quiet that allows the sound to reach Berea-Rose... Nowhere near as loud as the Metro-North that used to be right across the street, yet that I never noticed at all.

This morning I took my coffee-cup out onto the second floor patio and watched the birds bustle in and out of the tree we have out back. Weeks ago its flowers turned into little berry-like things that the birds apparently find tasty. Lots of robins, some doves, and faded yellow things with black around their eyes. I waved my arms at them as they crapped all over the driveway.

Does Molly drink coffee? Has Molly ever been to Ohio? Has she ever been hired as Starvin Marvin's personal assistant?