A dreary rainy day means the boss gave me the day off. Coffee on the porch, with bowl 60 of figurehead meer - Night Slices. The bowl's wide enough that I can almost fit a whole coin in width-wise, so I've got about three stacked up and packed. I believe I've observed some coloration on the sides of the bowl (probably hand grime) and on the figurehead's breasts (definitely hand grime, I use the cleavage as a nook for my index finger).
As for my reading: The cousins are now having a picnic on the beach, amusing themselves by trying to solve the Witch's Epitaph - a somewhat morbid riddle written by their grandfather, which supposedly is a series of clues that reveal the hiding place of his
ten tons of gold.