Finally went & picked my strawberries, was followed around the field by some exaggeratedly encouraging proud parents & their progeny, "Oh Brian, you're doing so well, now, Brian, only pick them when Daddy says it's OK, you're doing so well staying in the rows, would you like to go over to the row where Mommy is, yes, Daddy has strong long arms, you're doing so well," etc., etc. Poor Brian.

About to blind bake some pie shells, cream cheese out to soften.

Deployed anti-fly measures, hope they work, Peretz has been very annoyed with all the movement.