No it’s not morning but I’m writing this blathering here to get the train back on track from combo of a stupid urge to change too many things (which ended up back to how it all was anyhow) and tree-felling preparations resulting in a morning thrown into disarray. Addition of the * to make it clear, if only for myself, that this was a CYA entry - but, to bastardize a line from Madonna in DICK TRACY, It’s got to be morning somewhere. (What’s left of) the day awaits.