And another day flies by. My Matt (and others) say time flies when you’re having a good time. Not me. Time flies, as it did yesterday, when I worked all day at the files, quitting in time to make a (beautiful!) risotto for my most regular dinner guest. So now it’s today and I’m still tired (old refrain) from yesterday. Moving very slowly.

Stratford tomorrow. It will be nice to sit in the bus.