Sleep Knits Up the Raveled Sleave of Care

The sun is out, I am drinking Russian Caravan Tea[1], my oatmeal is ready, and I just finished off two slices of cardamom bread[2]. I also washed a sink full of dishes, so productive and useful. By the light of day doing my taxes and paying them seems more like an accomplishment and less like a misfortune. After all, I held on to that money until now, padding out my bank account. Though I am a bit nonplussed by the weather forecast for rain and coolness today given how sunny it is this morning. Perhaps I should not have called off going out for ice cream this afternoon.

Also the Harpy's cage is still wrapped in spells of doubt and cobweb.

[1]. Delivered in the dead of night by a traveler from an antique land on a horse. Do not believe me? Well I can only say that I pity your lack of faith.

[2]. Made by my sister who also helped me clean my house. Best birthday present so far!