Clare included her gloves in the wash today. Everything white has turned blue, including the underwear and two of my teeshirts.
Still, we planted a tree in the front garden this afternoon (my contribution was to hold it upright while Clare filled in the hole she'd already dug). I quoted some Shakespeare to her: "neither a gardener nor a lender be."
My forthcoming article on sciencefiction.com links Ender's Game, ansibles and Prof. Brian Cox. I'll let you know when it's published.