While sitting on a picnic table outside community center in Florence awaiting arrival of colleague yesterday, decided there was no plausible way for me to get through this week's farm share while entertaining parents, made arrangements for it by cell phone. Jet set, red threat.

Atkins, much to my father's dismay, has discontinued production of sugar free pies. Will need to take him by Bashista again at some point, I guess.

Thinking about Major Briggs.

In a fit of whimsy, I've scented myself with honeysuckle.

Humidity seems to have broken, join the club.