In which my Aunt Virginia remembers growing up with my father.
In which I’m tired after Blogathon, but unable to get any rest.
In which I ask for funny stories about money to post during Blogathon.
In which a stray chicken lives with our kittens.
In which I am certifiably insane.
In which my craving for a Mr. Misty if thwarted at every turn.
In which it is hot and humid. In which the mosquitoes love me.
In which Kris shares memories of her fifth-grade teacher.
In which Kris and I watch the film Why We Fight, which reminds me of The Fog of War.
In which Kris is addicted to NPR.