short and sweet

Not, me, rather the little bit of a climbing session our beloved offspring treated me to after a wearing time at the dentist for our nonegenarian; we squoze in a little over an hour's worth, just to get out the kinks.
Bit of a walk in the evening, for a bite with the beloved spouse. After blowing up and down the hills of Chinatown, I had no desire to spend any more time outside.
Swell bit from Rikki Ducornet's novel Phosphor in Dreamland: "...words are the vehicles of meaning and intention, not things to be sent buzzing in the void in order to fill it with a digressive, numbing hum, but particles of meaning, interactive and necessary."