Frost, sheep, moon

There’s a frost, thawing in bright sunlight. There are sheep sunning themselves. Unseen, in the garden, chard wilts.

I collect a couple of cockerels from Rosie’s. After tea, I begin tidying the study. I remember, with minutes to spare, that I’m scheduled to deliver a short class to the Harvard agile software development class.

And then there’s time to read.