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On this last day of January (actually, there is one more day–oops), I updated the 401K balance; I did it manually in my Quicken software to reflect all my near liquid and liquid assets at month’s end. I only update the house and car value once or twice a year. My 401K has a -19% return over 12 months, but (and they just started supplying this number, I think to stop people from panicking) the three-year return is over 10%. Last year I spent more than $70,000 on medical items (excluding over-the-counter items such as gloves), and I expect to pay close to $100,000 this year. Thus, every expense is tracked, and asset evaluations are reviewed.

I woke tired and dizzy, breathing troubled by some irritant in the air. It was a hard morning to rise from; I managed to not stumble, but I decided not to risk an asthma attack during my stretches and exercises. I kept my inhaler near me all day. I used it every couple of hours. I rested a few times during work, and that helped. I also decided to stay inside, except to visit Susie. I called a friend with asthma, and she was also having issues.

Ignoring the challenges, I also could not sleep anymore and got started at 6AM and made a breakfast of instant oatmeal (low sugar), adding some goodies to make it good (no, not sugar, but walnuts and dried cranberries). I opened a can of peaches in their own syrup and had that, too, just 1/2 the can without much of the syrup. I took my pills; I had messed up taking them on Sunday, which also can explain all the health challenges.

Work was a blur of meetings and discussions about issues. I was unhappy as folks were not talking to me and others about the issues. As a result, I was grumpy and made more frustrated throughout the day. This continued until 6:PM, with one meeting running over by forty-five minutes. No details here, but I was unhappy.

Bouncing around, I managed to dress in the early part of the morning before my first meeting. I then slipped out to see Susie before noon. Monday traffic was light, and there was no police out in the cold–apparently, Beaveton’s Finest only come out on warm sunny days. It is a bright and clear day with frost from the frosty early morning still clinging to roofs, shaded plants, and structures.

Susie was exhausted, with dark circles showing under her eyes. She fell asleep while her mother was talking on the phone. As usual, I called Leta, her mother, and connected with Leta at lunch. She was enjoying Panera’s lunch. Susie and Leta called about skating–there is more next weekend. I sat with Susie for some extra time as she fell asleep again. After she slept holding my hand, I finally got a kiss, said goodbye and headed home.

Lunch was the last of the hotdogs and sour kraut. Excellent. It was too cold to use the grill, so the dogs were microwaved. Even cooked that way, the Olympic Provision hotdogs were good. I started dinner at 3ish, checking on work, and chopped up sausage, ham, and kielbasa to heat in a heavy pan. Once the meats browned and tasty brown stuff was forming on the bottom of the pan, I then added a can of diced and seasoned fire-grilled tomatoes and stirred until the pan was cleaned. Next, I added boiling hot water, 1 1/2 cups, and the jambalaya mix from a box. I got that quickly to a boil and then let it simmer.

I had dinner before the long meeting! It was excellent. It is more traditional with shrimp, but with Susie’s allergies, I never cook with seafood. It is just a habit, and while I have made it with shrimp, I like the all-meat version too. I had hot tea with this, and that worked for a while to keep me going.

I watched the first episode of The Lord of the Rings series again, The Rings of Power, and liked it. However, I was falling asleep at the end, not from the show, but from the food, warm tea, and all the stress lifting. Not to mention I can only count a total of 12 hours of sleep for three days.

Thanks for reading. Sorry if I am complaining, and hope that Tuesday will be better.

I started the morning with my alarm going off right after setting it. At least, that is how it felt this morning. I did not get started at 6:30 but managed to start at 7:15 and rushed through the morning. Finally, I was making coffee, liberal as always, with an NYC bagel and the last banana in the house. The bagel is one of the last ones from Christmas and was good, an everything bagel from Zabar’s, with cream cheese.

A friend called at 8:30. She could not sleep well as her asthma and headaches kept her from sleeping–I have been there. I recall having the same issues she recalled last week; we had some lousy air days (an inversion), and one day, I could barely talk as there was something irritant air near Highway 217. She knew I was up early on Sundays, and I suspect she had not slept last night, and it was good to talk for a while.

This made me later than I had expected. I managed to publish the blog but was hopelessly late for church.

I have learned that I must give them up. I cannot superman my way through things; I have to let something go. So I went swiftly, and the blog was published with a few forgivable typos (I fixed a few later) instead of being read through the usual two times. I loaded the Apple computer, the necessary cables, and the Bluetooth sound box into Air Volvo. Then, I calmly drove to the hummingbird house. I called and told them to leave Susie in her chair as we should watch church there when Air Volvo arrives, which will be after 10:30. Again, I know that I had to give it up today or risk everything in a mad dash.

The weather was cold, above freezing now, with a 30+ mph (48 kph) wind. The fence gate was blowing in the wing open and slamming into the house. A few items also blew off the deck. I used some cardboard to paint the ship models, which were blown into the roses. I carefully removed it and shut and locked the gate. I suspect the slamming of the gate interrupted my sleep all night. The sky was blue, and there was no rain. The wind was drying everything, and the ground was still frozen from the freeze last night.

I arrived without issues and in almost no traffic to the hummingbird house in Tigard. Michelle Nixon was at the home, and Anassa, the nursing aide for today, was there for her long shift. Anassa got Susie set up in a recliner in the social activity room as I got the screen and Apple connected to watch the church service. Unfortunately, we missed the first fifteen minutes (two hymns).

Pastor Ken was preaching his best, I think, sermon. He managed to move from his comfort in history and bible stories to a focused religious message. He pointed out a few things that surprised me. First, while reading the scripture in Matthew about the yoke of the Lord to be light, he said Jesus never said that life would be easy. Pastor Ken says that Jesus is clear that it is his teaching and faith in Him are easy, but he does not guarantee an easy life. Pastor Ken goes even further to point out the falseness of the American Christian Prosperity Gospel, suggesting that if you are a good Christian, your life will go well. God never said it would be easy; actually, He says, “pick up your cross.”

Pastor Ken then surprised me with the observation that John the Baptist, while calling for repentance and representing the best in mankind, was not really approachable. Jesus instead ate with sinners and drank with them (Pastor Ken pointed out He supplied the wine once), and the children felt safe with Jesus. John’s focus was the past and not easy to approach, but Jesus was loving and friendly. Pastor Ken asked why Jesus did not become more like John and then answered his own question, as pastors often do in a sermon, by pointing out that John, had he been at the Last Supper, could not even drink from the shared cup.

With the sermon over, and Susie resting through most of it, we watched some Rock and Roll videos (including TimeWarp) to just enjoy some music. Next, we called Leta, Susie’s mother, and they chatted. While they talked, I went in and installed Peacock on the cable for Susie ($4.99 a month) and found ice skating for Susie. Susie and her mother were thrilled, and Susie was soon ignoring me and staying awake in her rocking chair. She followed everything on Nationals. Susie used to attend Nationals and even do some trial judging at Nationals.

I left for lunch while Susie was laser focused.

I met Mariah again at Golden Valley Brewery neat 2PM for a late lunch. I had Diet Coke as I returned to Susie’s (no alcohol when caring for Susie) and had some appetizers for lunch, onion rings with wings and a side salad. Mariah had a few beers and a Cobb Salad. We talked about a few things, including some writing that we have been missing. Mariah has a new idea for a story–I liked it.

I returned to Susie in the late afternoon to find her resting in her bed. She had forgone lunch until the skating had finished and even discussed the results with Anassa, who saw Susie excited and closely followed along–A glimpse of Susie before the stoke. Anassa was able to sit with Susie through some of the skatings and even found Susie talkative–something new for Anassa. Again, Susie and her love of skating and judging can break through the stroke damage and exhaustion. I stayed with Susie for about an hour just to keep her company.

In the dark sitting in the rocking chair with my laptop, I started editing one of my old Howard stories in Grammarly, which is much better now, and it found some more issues (more than 200) as I wanted to send it out again. I corrected the mandatory issue and also ignored a few–it is better but a bit more invasive, too–you have to reread after it is done. I started to get sleepy and thought it wrong to fall out of the chair, so I said my goodbyes with a kiss from Susie and took Air Volvo home, arriving near 5PM.

After watching more Vox Machina, I made two hot dogs for dinner after 6PM. I liked it more. I put sour kraut and mustard on the Olympic Provision weiners. I then started to get sleepy and rested for a bit, primarily reading. I got going again at 7:15 to write the blog (this). I plan to do some more coding when I get the blog (this) published.

I sent out Howard’s Lockdown story to the gaming group as it is not meeting tonight. Maybe they can find some fun in the story. I also sent them my SciFi story, soon to be published.

Thanks for reading!

It is a rushed Sunday morning when I write this. I could not fall asleep again on Saturday night. This new thing has been going on for a few weeks. I feel sad and unsettled on Saturdays now. So I am up at 7ish (having ignored my 6:30 alarm) trying to make Sunday work.

Saturday started with me sleeping into a late 7:15 and making breakfast. I cooked a batch of linked sausages for breakfast and for later. I had an NYC bagel (I have only a few left frozen) with the sausages. Next, I made Equal Exchange brand coffee; the taste of liberal and helping others for me everyone morning using my French Press. While I enjoy other coffee, there is also a subtle taste of exploitation in Starbucks and other coffee. I look for Fair Trade in my imported products.

I spent the morning writing the blog and then working on my second ship model. I painted over the primer in three coats without heavy sanding, which was a mistake. The primer has gunked up here and there and removed the smooth surface I was looking for. But it does not look like plywood anymore, so I will take that as a win. I picked Star Wars colors of shades of gray, black, and red supports (like in Star Trek). I managed to not get much paint on the lovely wooden decks and managed to sand any that slipped on. Next, I made the wheel holder and the base for the control levers making this time more like the levers on the laser cut look.

The Dungeons and Dragons game was canceled on Sunday evening as Matt V., enjoying a cruise with his wife and friends, was exposed to a respiratory issue. We have folks with compromised immunity (like myself), so it is best to be conservative and move the game to later. It appears that 12 Feb 2023 will be the next game. I have some more time now to finish my model.

I managed to board Air Volvo near 11AM and reached Susie’s place a little later, at 11:30, without incident. The predicted snow and ice did not happen–the forecast was revised to rain later and in warmer temperatures. The cold weather, in the twenties (-6.67C to -1.67C), was delayed until Sunday night, and with the winds drying the roads before, the freeze was not a threat now. My door on my fence did bang a bit, but I slept through that and only heard it in the morning make much noise.

Arriving there, I found Susie in her wheelchair and her coat on. It was damper in Tigard, the rains were just over, and there was some mist still. Leta called, and ice skating was on NBC, but I spent twenty minutes and could not find local TV on the cable. I will have to get a local antenna for that.

I brought Susie some flowers. Safeway again had good bouquets of flowers for sale yesterday, and I picked one up for Susie. Susie was delighted to see me and the flowers.

While it was not cold or windy, 45F (7.2C) is not Susie’s favorite temperature–she likes a warm sun of 75F+ (24C). So we bundled up and headed outside for Mezger park, next door, where you can watch the basketball courts from Susie’s room. The park was damp and looked sleepy and waiting for Summer (remember, it rains all through Spring here), but it was nice to be back.

We called Leta, Susie’s mother, from the park, and Susie and she chatted for a while. Then, Susie looked like she was cold, so I took the short loop to the cedar trees, a favorite spot in the summer, and headed back to the warmth of the hummingbird house.

Anassa, the nursing aide for the weekend, helped on our return, and soon Susie was comfy in her rocking chair in her room. Not able to get NBC local for ice skating, I put on the newish Disney animated feature, Enchanto, which includes the hit song We Don’t Talk About Bruno and is one of my favorites. We saw it with the Smiths, and I thought of Cat when we watched the animation.

Susie nodded off and was deeply asleep for the boring part. She woke when I was laughing at the part where Bruno was introduced. Evan also came in about the same time; he had some chores and ran late. Susie liked the musical, not remembering it from a few years ago.

Susie was ready for lunch, and it was time, after 2PM, for me to leave. I spend about three hours with Susie on Susie until she gets lunch or falls asleep. Susie was asking for a nap, but some warm lunch first. Susie was sad when I left, and I must admit that I cried in Air Volvo. Some days are hard.

My emotions are close to the surface. I find one song, the sad story in Enchanto, that can make me cry; find it here. Recommended. With Susie’s decline (very slow, and it may stop), potential re-org (layoffs) at Nike, and other challenges, it is hard to keep grounded.

Evan and I headed to the local taphouse, The 649, and the Mexican place across the parking lot for lunch. We usually can find a parking spot, but we had to park a bit away and walk to the restaurant this time. They were busy, and the staff was pleased, running from table to table. They were thrilled to see us; it had been a few months since I wandered to Portland and Beaverton, looking for other places to play board games. I had a sizeable Mexican beer with a chicken enchilada and a Chili Relleno. Evan had a drink and something new with shrimp in it.

We played, moving to The 649, which also was busy, the board game Terraforming Mars, which was new to Evan. I blew the rules and limited us to only two actions, an epoch and not a turn (oops), making the game easier to play and play longer. As often with these engine-building and resource-management games, time went by without even noticing, and soon we were approaching the end at 6PM! I finally, near the end, worked out what I had done wrong, and we agreed to stop. I did enjoy teaching (even when I was wrong) the game, and it was interesting this time.

Terraforming Mars (TM) came out in 2016 and is the 6th greatest game on the Board Game Geeks chart. Its design, not its production, which is cheap and weak, is foundational, and many games after 2016 are children of this game. The game has endless expansions and practical organization offerings to improve the embarrassingly cheap implementation of the initial game. The game has you collect patients to create something or cause an event that will grant resources, the ability to generate resources, or cause an event (like crash something like a comet full of water into the simulated mars) to continue the process of terraforming. Cards that let you bring in animals, microbes, and so on allow you to build engines. You can connect the various items into chains of point and/or resource-generating engines. You can even have your animals eat the other players’ animals for points. Build cities, flood areas into oceans, plant forests, and have space colonies to get more points.

Arc Nova, a new hit game, is a re-work of Terraforming Mars–I like it better. Other games borrow the iconography and processes here and there. The base game for TM, which has appalling bad cards for tracking resources (one bump and the game is gone), sells for about $50. The better Big Box is about $120 and can be brought under control with a $75 laser-cut organizer, but the provided trays will work, so the buy-in cost is about $120. Expansions (there are a lot of them) are purchased separately and run $20 to $50 each.

I recommend learning and playing TM as it is the foundation for many new board games.

We headed home at 6ish, Evan, back to Portland, and I made dinner of the last of the bourbon chicken and cheesy grits. I watched more Vox Machina, enjoying three or four episodes of season two. I like better, and this season reminds me more of some of my Dungeons and Dragons games (the show is a retelling of a D&D campaign). The bit of seriousness matches my experience as your characters gain levels, and the game takes on a more organized style that I see in the animation.

I could not sleep, so I worked on my model some more. The painting is getting the look I wanted, but the clean lines are gone from issues with the undercoat–next time, only one coat and possibly a spray-on painting if I paint the wood anyway BEFORE assembly!

I still could not sleep, so I went back to coding on my Kaggle Project. I have to 6 Feb 2023 to produce an early syntax-correct result. I could not get Groupby to work in the data frame in my Pandas-based Python. It would not give me a working data frame. I tried everything I could find online. I finally wrote the table in CSV format, and after setting a few parameters, the results were perfect. Well, puke, I can write it out but not access it on the data frame. What the h**l? I wrote it out to a scratch file and then read it back in as I wanted it, perfect. Cost me two seconds of run time (who cares!). I went back to sleep and could finally fall asleep.

Now I am late for Susie. So I have to just push this out. Sorry for the typos.

I did not take pictures today, sorry. However, Dondrea sent me one of Zophia (see below).

Going backward, I finally went to bed after midnight. I was coding in Python (I am not sure Python thought my code was Pythonic), but I was having issues with Pandas syntax and was not doing something right. I am coding on the site Kaggle which has contests (for real money) to solve computer problems using various Artificial Intelligence techniques. My program, running on the environments supplied by Kaggle, could read the enormous amount of data and progress through the directory of multiple files. Still, I was trying to reduce data into a summary using cool Pandas GroupBy and seemed to have created a time series, not a data frame of the reduction. Finally, at about midnight, I understood I needed to change an index to get the helpful data frame. I still do not know how to fix it–soon!

The contest has a bonus for supplying test results by 6 Feb 2023, so I am motivated to get something working that just at least sends in a syntactically correct answer. I am taking on the Ice Cube contest. My Python skills have faded over the last five years, and the tools have improved. My math goes back to college in the 1980s. I will try and see if I can re-ignite my passion for coding and math–should not take more than a spark–I love this stuff.

Before disappearing into my own mind and Python coding, I worked on my next spelljammer model. This is the second one. I have the deck planked, shaped, and sanded. The Turb Dork metallic paint has made the SciFi ring look not like laser-cut plywood. It takes four coats over white (some darker metallic paints want a black undercoat) to get the look. The plywood has stigels cut into it with the laser that the light coats of primer and paint have left (but no longer black from the burning). I will paint them by hand later to stand out. I have primed all the wood underneath with three coats of primer. I also coated the SciFi Ring holding stuff and did not deck that section. I will paint the areas in Star Wars colors of grays, blacks, and red–the usual color for equipment in that universe. Only the decking will look like wood.

Moving back in time, I was at Zophia’s play at Whitford Middle School. She was Suiter #3 and part of Scylia (the monster that munches on Odysseus’ crew) in The SoussOdyssey. They had the usual problems with sound, both from equipment and the younger cast, but the forty-five-minute work was well done. Replacing the translations of the Greek (seldom lyrical), the story is told in Doctor Souss’s style, and they “dropped the boring parts.” While I missed the trip to the underworld (the dropping of it wisely avoiding some controversy and boring bits there) and Kirk Douglass (1954 version), having it back in some rhyme seemed to bring it back to life for me. I would recommend it even for classic lovers.

(Zophia as Suiter #3)

Zophia is shot in the eye (somewhat comedically) when Odysseus is revealed, making her the worst of the suiters, as in the story, Odysseus kills the worst first. It was also fun that all the crew members were numbered (they all die in the story), and there was a countdown through the play as crew members fell. It was great fun, and there were various allusions to the 1990s and other things that I sometimes understood.

Before this, I was at dinner with Mariah at Golden Valley Brewery; I was supposed to be at BJ’s. Unfortunately, I went to the wrong place, but Mariah made it work. There I had a beer, some Moroccan-styled sweet potato fries that were quite nice, a small salad, and an appetizer version of their fried oysters. Mariah and I caught up and talked some about plans and things. Mariah is reworking her ride as she is less pleased with her current vehicle. The place was loud, so we moved to a booth on the restaurant side.

Before this, I had finished working from home today (Mondays and Fridays are working-from-home days). The day ended after a lot of frustrating discussions about some mistakes made. Elementary mistakes were made, and that requires, it seems, more emails and meetings. Details do not belong here.

I called Rev. Anne Weld-Martin and asked her if January was a month of stress or stupidity or where folks just do crazy things. With the pandemic and all the months seeming to be the same, I was unsure about my previous experiences. Yes, was the answer that January-February is the high point for deaths in the USA in her experience (she is also a local Chaplain for the EMT services in the area). So it is a month of abnormal stress, and this January is following the trend, if not setting a new high (low).

I will not describe much about work, I was swamped in the morning and had a few crises of the moment to resolve and some to continue to work on. It was quieter in the afternoon, as usual for Fridays (I do not support production, so I don’t get the notorious 4PM Friday SL1/SL2 production issues; service level 1 is for a total loss of functionality, and 2 is for a critical loss of service–both are 7/24 fire fighting at Nike). I took a few questions in the later afternoon and closed my Nike laptop for the weekend (I hope).

Lunch was two hot dogs, trying to use up the Olympic Provisions’ local meat products, with sour kraut. Always good, and the dessert was a Girl Scout cookie (peanut butter–I got two of those boxes and gave one to Susie). I try to avoid cookies, but I make an exception for these cookies. So good!

I started the day at 7:15, having started before my alarm. I made a breakfast of a banana with yogurt and liberal coffee, Equal Trade brand, made in my French Press. I skipped my exercises and dressed in the late morning, as is my habit on Friday.

Bouncing back–in the middle of the day, I visited Susie at the hummingbird house. There was no traffic, and I had a momentary break in the chaos that was January-stressed-out-stupid-crazy-s***t work today. Susie was delighted to see me; she was in her recliner in the shared living room. Susie was comfy in her new blanket. We held hands for a bit; Susie looked like she was a bit confused today and was happy to see me, and just holding her hand helped ground her. I am sure that waking in a new bed and a new place every morning is disconcerting–we lived twenty-five years at the Volvo Cave.

We called her mother, Leta, and talked for a while. Leta and Susie use my iPhone and FaceTime to see each other. This visual connection is essential to the two of them. It is important to me to visit, even for short workday trips, to see Susie. I can also provide the connection for Susie and Leta (Leta will call Susie on the phone if I am delayed or prevented from visiting).

Susie seemed alert and more responsive today. Someday I can see her struggle with falling asleep while taking or understanding (her eyes show her confusion). Today was a better day–it is good to have another good day.

That is a wrap for Friday; thank you for reading. I will try to remember to take more pictures.

The day started out with me waking at 6:07 without an alarm. No alarm set. I managed to rise and get started only a few minutes late. I started the water to heat and set out a breakfast of a banana and yogurt. Then, I went to the living room and did my stretches and exercises for twenty minutes. It was Thursday, so I only did some of the exercises, which worked with the slightly reduced time.

I soon was reading emails (both mine and work) and reviewing slack messages. I ate my breakfast as I tried to catch up on emails, messages, and the news. Soon it was 7ish, and I was in the shower, and by 7:35, I was in Air Volvo headed to the office, the Clubhouse building, not on Nike WHQ. Rumors are that we will (will not) move to the WHQ campus.

My lunch was canceled at WHQ today. I started my ninety minutes of Zoom meetings at 8:00 in a small conference room. My hearing issues make head phone uncomfortable, so I get a room. I also don’t want to be that guy talking loudly to my laptop while other people in the room try to ignore it. It is rude, but many folks do it.

I find coffee with my team and try the stairs. I try them once a day. I am getting better at them. My legs are moving with the same timing, which is an improvement. I still have to pull myself up with my arm on the way up, but it is less needed now. My legs are lifting enough now to not hit my toe on the step and fall forward/backward, which is why I still use the elevator. It is getting better.

Around 11AM, I headed in Air Volvo to the hummingbird house. I arrived twenty minutes later using 26 to 217 without traffic or events. Susie was using her new blanket in her recliner in the shared living room. I brought cookies from her nieces–Girl Scout cookies mailed to the house. Jennifer will find a way for Susie to enjoy her favorite peanut butter cookies. Next, we called Leta, Susie’s mother, and she showed us her partially removed porch. She is replacing it with a deck, which will allow some repairs. Squirrels are enjoying her attic! We learned Barb, Susie’s sister, was on another snow day (she works as the school secretary in Grand Ledge, Michigan) from Leta. We called Barb next. We chatted for a while.

Already I was out of time. I left with a kiss and a promise to return on Friday. I then headed around Tigard, trying to find a bell. We wanted a front desk like a bell for work. None at Target. I headed back towards the office, stopped by Michael’s, and found one. I was also able to pick up a few craft items I needed. Perfect.

I stopped next at Burger King and had a good burger and average fries. I rushed my lunch and headed back to work. My boss, Brad, was enchanted with the bell, and we have a new thing when you solve a software issue (a defect), ring the bell. Rajani got the first ring. At the end of the day, I put the bell in the cupboard with appropriate solemnity.

I finished the day working on a few issues and waiting for more test results. I was not happy, as usual, with our decisions on important issues. But, again, details do not belong here, and also, I know that over longer horizons, we will get this fixed. So I am not very upset.

My return home was after 5PM, and while dark, there was no rain or traffic and, happily, no imaginative application of driving traditions tonight from my fellow drivers. Thus, I arrived with all the paint still on the Volvo. I found my Olympic Provision order at the front door (it was cold enough to not be an issue) and was happy to get some of their small hams and other meat goodies. They deliver here as if it was Portland (I called during the pandemic, and they agreed that 97003 is in Portland). I put that away (resisting making a sandwich with that perfect ham), but instead boiled water with some hot dogs from my previous grill selection–delivered last week with buns and sour kraut. I made hot dogs dressed with sour kraut for dinner. Nothing like this locally-made meat and fermented products!

I watched a few episodes of Vox Machina while eating. I am into the second season, and there is a change in the writing and characters that I am not sure I enjoy as much as the first season. More watching is required.

I then started back on my boat model, the second one, and drove back to Rainy Day Games and bought a bottle of Dork Paint–metallic paints. I glued down the second half of the main deck decking. I will finish the decking on Friday. I will make a junk-styled sail for this model from red felt. Going for a different look than the first model. I am inspired by some work I saw online that I liked. I will keep the rigging minimum for the second one. More SciFi and Fantasy than the more practical rigging in the first model.

I am writing the blog while the paint and glue dry on the model. Zophia is in a play this week, so there was no game yesterday. I hope to see her and the play on Friday.

Thank you for reading.