"Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise." - George Washington Carver

Back when a daily dose of Castor Oil wasn't a violation of the Geneva Convention

Re. that quote up there...I live in the woods. Before sunrise they're dark. As in, you can't see them dark. If that's lovely so is the inside of my closet almost any time of day.

Some toddlers have trouble with potty training because they're afraid of the toilet. Makes perfect sense. A parent is asking them to sit on top of something that is capable of sucking up anything inside and sending it to God-knows-where, never to be seen again.
OK, this new toilet is a toddler's worst nightmare. I'm almost afraid of the thing. I have never seen a toilet that goes from button push to swallowing so fast! Push the low water button and this thing has swallowed within a fraction of a second and done so with an intensity that would be impressive if it weren't so scary.
Parents, do NOT buy a toilet from Sam's Club and expect your toddler to get within six feet of the thing once they've heard it flush.
Or your aged parent.    Coronary.

We had a gray drizzly day. An hour after sunrise the goats were still turning on the motion detector lights on the outside of the barn. We climbed from an overnight low of 47 to a high of 51.
A day made for coffee, a steady fire in the wood stove, and nothing more strenuous than re-keying the first book.
Meanwhile, the proof of the second book is working its way across country from the point of origin in South Carolina. So far UPS has put it on a different truck at every state along the route. Illinois was the most recent stop. This deliberate pace explains the ETA of next Friday.

This piece of beauty was Sally's rear deck lid. Yes, it's aqua fake fur, and yes it had been held in place with duct tape. Getting it out required removing the back seat.
The ultimate goal for the morning's effort was to install a new rear deck panel after I'd covered it with black vinyl and installed new speakers through it.
Alas, the metal under that deck panel had been factory cut for speakers - significantly smaller than those I'd purchased. So I spent 2 hours cutting that sheet metal to accommodate the speakers and then cutting the deck panel with holes to match. Tedious.
I didn't get the install done, but have hopes of finishing it tomorrow after church.

It's Sunday morning and I obviously didn't finish this post last night. We watched a PBS Sherlock Holmes after dinner and I went directly to bed. Slept until almost 5 a.m., which counts as sleeping in for me.

Woke up and read the news on my laptop as is my routine. Grrrrr. Don't know now if I'll bother watching the men's final from the Australian Open. Thanks MSM.
They didn't even televise the women's final.

In his weekly email blast our pastor announced that in a couple of weeks they'll be having a baptism service after the normal Sunday morning service. That's the way they typically do it about every 6 weeks or so. Because we meet in a H.S. gym (a big one) they either have it outside the H.S. on the patio or at the church offices in a strip mall not far away, in both cases using a cattle drinking trough with heated water.
In the email he described baptism as "an act of obedience."
Uh-oh.