spring forward

I don’t spring much these days. More like lurch.

Matt is coming for Sunday dinner. They’re lettiing outsiders in again. That will be. nice.

We both get lonely.

I love to have him here. He is so cheerful and patient. And he gets a good dinner. (We had roast sirloin of beef, bluebetry pie & ice cream for dessert.)

I ate too much.

Have a good onel

thank you, i think

I’m still here, I think.

I think, therefore I am—I think.

Simple.

Thank you to my lurkers who commented. I admit I was phishiing.

I needed you.

i I have a new problem, related but more complicated, that is, more work, which is what I need to test.

We’’ll think about it tomorrow