The performance today did not take place, except as a potential in my mind on the way home. I arrived home late having not even had lunch, so the importance of routine (and reality of hunger, and the fact that I have a cold) led me to dispense with any woods-based activity.
Interesting/noteworthy event of the evening: Steve found the pinhole glasses and asked, "What are these for, exactly?" I told him they were for focussing the eyes when reading, and he tried it and said,
"I can't read through those!"
Creative effort this evening went into carving a Hallowe'en pumpkin.