In which I spend Thanksgiving Weekend with friends and family, being both productive and social.
In which the Dark Lord of the Sith uses his force powers to put down an uprising of ungulates.
In which nothing is finer on a cold November Sunday than hot cocoa and toast (unless, of course, that hot cocoa is spilled all over the counter.)
In which I eat the breakfast of champions.
In which I see my father, ten-years dead, alive and well in Costco.
In which I share photos of the various changes we’ve made to the house over the past few months.
In which I listen to college lectures on music history and discover that I love opera.
In which I purge a large portion of my library. In which we take possession of a new range.
In which I feel The Sting is an overrated movie.
In which something is wrong with Simon, but we don’t know what.