I was thinking this morning, as I bonked my knee on a corner of the trunk in the dark, that there will be so much ambient light from “beautiful downtown Cabot” that I won’t need all the nightlights I have — one in each room, including the bedroom. So why did I bonk my knee? I dunno, but I bonked it hard enough to make it bleed! So I put some colorless iodine on it, just to remind me of my childhood. ;o]
I’m very sorry about your bonk! We have quite a lot of ambient light here, even with the blinds.
Tom the Son has appeared, having bought a tank of gas. I finished sorting the camping supplies, and the next thing is Kathleen’s riding lesson.