Frank has slowly moved away from his den for computer work, on to the kitchen counter, forcing us to eat at the dining room table now and then, if the papers can’t be disturbed. Frank’s back is to the view, so that’s not the reason, but he  feels like he’s part of the “action” out in this space. Even if I’m out, Daisy is hangin’ here. We are for the most part such social creatures…Frank is studying “the theory of Chaos” while helping to create it.