A soggy and cold day here chez Casa Reynard. The snow we had last night has melted and now it's just raining.
Slept really well and I've had a quiet morning working on the writing. I came up with the back half of a poem the other night, and I'm now trying to come up with a front half that makes sense and keeps the same metre. I shall have a quiet afternoon either working on that, or working on my archive. I will also have to decant that cat litter into the large pedal bin kept for that purpose, and I have a hand-knitted sock that needs darning on the instep.
I did not bother putting the blue recycling bin out for collection last night. There's not much in there. I no longer have a steady supply of the Daily Wail from a neighbour's bin (he's now in residential care), so all the paper and light gauge card gets kept to light the fire.
Anyways, it is now time for luncheon.