Saturdaydream. Olive woke and found a wasp flying around the bedroom. I'm listening to Heather Stebbins, On Separation. I leave Israel on the Brink and begin Small Town Girls. I have one more that squeaked through my bottlenecked queue, Hexes of the Deadwood Forest, awaiting my pick-up. I captured the wasp in a yogurt tub and released it by the fire door. Olive's in the window behind me watch all the flying things.