Does it seem to you that we around the bucolic hamlet of Here have a plethora of spare time? As in, time not spent working for living or attending to needed chores, such as doing light repairs on our houses; stoking the fire on a chilly day; preparing espresso for the morning cannon chat-and-chew (Phanny often provides a batch of her homemade pastries); feeding our animal friends (both domestic and wild); doing volunteer work in town (sweeping the streets, collecting any trash and storing it for later disposal downcoast, changing the streetlight bulb [it’s in front of Oscar Prosser’s World of Laundry and has only needed changing once in the last two years]); and removing rogue rocks that have tumbled down from the hills and collected on the highway?