Drank a cuppa Earl Grey (with milk) with my Lady, then ambled home to log in. On the way home I figured out a better metaphor than "many rooms in a mansion" for the way some styles of memory function, and I'm thinking about how to put that in verse (or paint). In the meantime, in theory, I've begun my day of working remotely.
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