Resuming service

Trying to resume service on drawing, but the eyelids in need of proping up as midnight draws near. Sammy on the piano most evenings, and as those evenings draw in perhaps it will get easier to settle down in front of a piece of paper. More salvaging today, and then we did some throwing out of our own taking a load of stuff to a recycling shop, better than the rubbish tip as it did turn into a little money. At first I thought they might not pay anything, but the junk was apparently worth something to them. With the economy slacking I can imagine there are quite a few folk fishing around for stuff to drop in, they were certainly keen on personal identification, so they must have an eye on over agressive junk depositors in their records.