The Pin of Doom (red, bottom right) nears its journey's end. That board started the year with nine months on it. That was about nine months ago, coincidentally enough. The Pin of Doom took little steps, the months fell away. It feels a little like I might be stuck in a thesis-version of Zeno's paradox: I swear I can only ever get half-way toward hand-in.

In another coindinkidink, we got two romanesques in the veg box today. I think I shall probably not make a habit of blogging about the veg box contents.

Right: onto the next halfway-there....