Michael and I need to make some postcards and send them. You know: send postcards. I suppose if I spent enough time at it, really worked at it, I could gather enough moths to carry the postcards across the sky. But would they actually be postcards?
Otherwise, it's too hot during the day but getting cold at night. And I have a basket of laundry that I need to do.
I found the French & Saunders parody of Ingmar Bergman. I think it's supposed to be focused on The Seventh Seal - doesn't really look like Strawberry Fields at all.