...to some degree. Sue in Oconomowoc for a few days helping out with the twins, leaving me with what would seem plenty of time to get some things done. Alas, no—simply not enough time. I may have to eliminate one dog walk, or the nap.

One incomplete project has been shifted from lacustrine concerns to those of a more aerial variety—in other words, birdhouses. I've been assigned a story about birdhouses.

Here is a rather sad example—poorly designed and poorly built. (You might think college students could do better?) But what I wonder about is all the excavation around the opening. Pooh Bear stuck and trying to claw his way in? Certainly not a woodpecker? Squirrel? Porcupine? College student?