By Eden Phillpotts
The grey beards wag, the bald heads nod,
And gather thick as bees,
To talk electrons, gases, God,
Old nebulae, new fleas.
Each specialist, each dry-as-dust
And professorial oaf,
Holds up his little crumb of crust
And cries, " Behold the loaf!"
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I woke up from a horrible nightmare involving my kids, then realized later that it was the birthday of Adam's good friend Robert who died two years ago just days after the day. So I was kind of off-center all day and did not get a lot done, apart from a walk in the park to catch the new Pokemon released this afternoon after a Heatran raid.
We had dinner with my parents, who now have Disney+ so we can discuss Baby Yoda in their presence, then we came home and (speaking of Disney+) finished the first season of Marvel's Runaways, which I'm still enjoying a lot. Here are some of the US Botanical Garden's plant-based miniatures of buildings on the National Mall:
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