Jim and I are both under the weather with the flu, a nasty variety that has kept us lying low for days now. This is by way of explanation as to why I was watching a Star Trek movie this afternoon. The usual was going on: Scottie had just told the captain that they were “45 minutes to structural collapse. Kippten, I don’t know how long I can keep it together.” Does he ever? My head nodded sleepily. Then, “Bridge to Captain Kirk! The magnetic interlock has been ruptured!” Oh, no! There is something comforting about Star Trek: It inhabits a moral universe where good always triumphs. So it’s soothing to watch while you are sick, and then there was the fact that I was too weak to change the channel. I was also continuing to madly, but feebly, knit. So these are quiet days. I have been watercoloring, knitting, and bird watching.