Quarter after nine.
Doomsday is just ahead. What I fear the most is condemnation by people.
Wee hours of Saturday.
Friday’s big adventure is over with. Aesop is still exhausted but now we don’t have to do that again for another year. I don’t have any plans for later today; a good opportunity to relax for a day. Right now, the room is absolutely silent. Silence is golden.