Day 3664

 All weeks must eventually come to an end.

Just like March does.

Day 3663

One explosion at a time would be preferred.

Day 3662

 Waiting. Ruminating.

Day 3661

 Waiting.

Day 3660

 It seems obliviousness is bliss when you are five.

Day 3659

 I’m a sucker for the trees.

Day 3658

 Some tasks really don’t need repeating.