State Fair

We have a heap of things waiting to go into the truck.  The redoubtable Mrs. Brown will show up early tomorrow am and off we will go. I will be there till Saturday, then I'll trade off with Dad and have a quiet Saturday night at home (esp. if I send Seb off to Steven's to play his decadent games). Then I think Hannah's coming over Sunday since Luke is gone to a concert that night.

Seb is describing killing hadjis in excruciating detail despite my efforts to ignore him. 

Dad is asleep.

Rain is coming in.

Yes, this is a bit dark, as rat would say to pig. (See "Pearls Before Swine", a la Seb)