Daylight Savings Time; my dad would have been 83 today; it’s 87F in my neck of the woods until maybe midweek; we are prepping for our son’s 16th birthday party–I have purchased glow-in-the-dark beachballs that can have the s*** pounded out of them by 10 teens, we have ordered pizzas with customized flavors, and crispy chicken wings, and Mr. Beast chocolate chip cookies.

And then there’s: revising, which I’ve decided is an art + bane one wears around one’s neck invisible-stole-style, comfort and needles.

Yours in a productive November and yours in sympathy and encouragement when walking dogs, like mine, that are both Bambi and Cujo,

PB