productive

I've not been counting them (or even (for shame) documenting them with time-lapsed photographs) but there were no fresh crops of spots on the wingpiglet this morning, hopefully signifying the final (and, by recent local accounts, itchiest) phase of the disease. As the time he goes to sleep is only indirectly related to the time he gets up we weren't up that much earlier than would have been normal (had today been a weekday (on which we were both working)) but it still felt quite productive and efficient to be out in the garden, washed and breakfasted, eyeing up the miniature bamboo infestation which is to be shipped to London to help my sister and her husband hide their activities from their neighbours, before the ninth bell. It was too damp to mow the grass so that was removed from the list of things to be done but the addition of a pop to the sorting office to pick up a parcel, a pop to a shop to inspect their cycle-specific equipment bonanza and a random trundle around lots of nice bits of bike path and town (including a stop to get some Falkocakes) generally continued the feeling of not having wasted the day, which carries on yesterday's lots-done-in-relatively-constrained-time feeling, topped off by editing and uploading another day's worth of photos from four years minus twenty days ago (though it was a very busy day, photographically) which keeps me on track for not letting my Flickr backlog exceed four years. There are more serious concerns in the world than a Flickr upload backlog exceeding four years but preventing small problems from becoming less small is often helpful.