Well, here's the end of another day, in which I sorted out a couple of problems at work which gave me sleepless nights, and baked a cake (which turned out!) for my friend's birthday tomorrow! Not bad!

And, Jerry, here's the poem I told you about - by GK Chesterton:

Evening

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands,
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?


Night night.

sian