Extreme clinical depression mode. Gah.
AND the whale died. Of course, that was pretty much a foregone conclusion, and the reason why I didn't go down to the river to gawp. If I'd got 'involved' it would have been even sadder.
In CBB-land, Barrymore is upscaling the tontohood displays again. He's doing something rather interesting involving lining up of furniture and rolling towels into very tight just-so bolsters while kneeling on his bed making distressed-poultry noises. (I know the feeling...)