65ºF, fog: I am bereft of material for this morning space this morning which means as soon as I decide to stop writing these morning things I'll want to start writing these morning things though I can't discount potential for more interesting writing with these things stored up but oh look now I've just written one of these morning things... DerbsBall upgrades continue: installed a soccer goal in the backyard; Derbs hasn’t quite figured out what to do with it… while K isn't sold on our need for a life-sized freshwater stingray blanket I am; marriage is, however, all about compromise ... the day awaits.