Weekend's beginning

Things show up which needed to be done. Who needs a list? We live in a virtual to do jar. Baby spinach was observed to be sprouting, weeds were pulled, beets were sown, dead moss was scraped from steps, exercising got done. We had a dinner guest, then whisked off to the theater to see a ninety minute dramatization of Crime and Punishement. That sounds a bit absurd, considering the tomeiness of Dostoevsky, but it was very good. Out of all the material in that novel, the adapters gleaned the heart of the matter, or at least one that resounded. I found myself internally nodding in agreement with Raskolnikov's opinions of humans.