For the past few days, and for the next week, I'm doing some volunteer work. Twelve hours a day, outside in outrageous heat and humidity. When I get home, my main interest is in collapsing. Bertrand Russell once said that young men sometimes wrote to him that they found no pleasure in life, but that when he was their age, he would walk quite a few miles each day, and that he found immense pleasure in sitting down. I now know how he felt.
This is cutting back considerably on my time in the grid. My friends, I miss you all.