. . .what else can I tell you about myself? I've just about finished painting the bench on the front porch. All that's left is the back of the back if that makes any sense. And honestly, with as much spray paint as I've bought, it might have been cheaper just to get a new bench. Been watching loads of hockey. There have usually been two games each night this week. If the second one goes too late, I DVR what's left and catch up the next day. Monday night, I couldn't sleep, so I got up, made bread, watched a movie, wrote some postcards, read some. I'm reading two books on Abraham Lincoln, and they cover roughly the same time period. I'm sort of ping-ponging between the two for as full a picture as possible. The weird activity at the weird hours thoroughly confused the pets. There has been crafting, but I won't talk about it. The last couple of projects I've mentioned here have come to naught --- ugly, maddening naught --- so I'll...