D.O.P.-T.

Yet another thing broke at work - the smaller safe, containing the change. The keypad progressively wore out from sheer use, and then someone broke off the key in the lock. So we have a new one that's more electronic. The keypad illuminates after you touch the first key. And it screams like a banshee if you fumble and hit the wrong place because you can't see the keypad - as I did last night.

First night of Yule

I blóted in the rainy garden for Mothers' Night, with a nice California merlot.

The long pocket on carpenter's dungarees neatly accommodates a drinking horn.