I am feeling too lazy to work or journal. The weather went from abnormally warm to chilly. The kids and I spent the morning picking up the earth-worms washed by the rain onto the asphalt and putting them back on grassy earth. There are too many worm victims to save them all, of course, and, lacking basic knowledge of worm ecology, I do not know if what we do qualifies as saving, but we figure this is better than seeing them squashed by the wheels or drowned in the puddles. My five year old sun solemnly instructs every worm he saves: don’t go back there! Stay on the earth! Collectively, we decide that the only honourable purpose for a worm’s death is to be eaten by a bird and thus continue the cycle of life. Then, my daughter starts picking up even the dead worms and putting them on the lawn. I think the birds will like it better to pick their worms off the grass, than off the stupid parking lot, she explains. As usual, by saving someone else we save ourselves.