Amazing things do happen, I guess.
1. I do believe I am feeling somewhat better.
2. I find myself disagreeing with my blog-idol, Ms. Moon, who wrote quite a rant recently against being grateful..........sorry, Mary, old thing, but I cannot help it. I am so grateful.
I am so damned tired tonite that I cannot blog another note. I made the mistake of gathering up all the fallen limes from my prodigious tree and decided to turn them into marmalade, forgetting what an energy intensive job it is and how endlessly and disgustingly sticky. I had thought I cleaned up all the various drips and dribbles, but just now I put my forearm onto the desk and had to spend 5 minutes prying it off so I can see I missed at least one place if not more. The only possible thing now is a shower and bed.
Sorry to have to short change you, but at least the sun is peeking out. With luck, there is always tomorrow.
The New Yorker covers: August 18, 1975
9 hours ago