Cold 10C / 50F

It is Kustaan päivä, Gustaf's Day, beginning of summer, the day when potatoes must be planted. It is also my grandfather's (my mother's father) birthday, 6th of June in 1878.

But today it is a freezing cold day, and I am not going to sit on the patio.

I am weeding the contents of my computers and the separate hard discs. Some of the documents are no longer readable. But I am trying to compile something into the writing software Scrivener.  Scrivener is my last hope to assemble the material into a managable whole. To be what? To be made into a book or a booklet. 

The bloodtests gave me some overtime, maybe. Who knows.