Hope you were up early enough to see Friday’s spectacular sunrise. Big neon-pink bouquet of clouds.
- A little nippy out there, though, with a stiff breeze at my house. I went outside, oh, 27 times, searching for my local paper, but it still hadn’t arrived by 8 a.m. Whenever that happens, I fear they’ve gone out of business without telling anybody. It could happen . . .
- Fortunately, the New York Times was delivered to my driveway right on time, so I was able to get my morning coffee-and-crossword fix. You don’t want to see Daddy when he doesn’t get his crossword. He get cranky.
- Terrific piece of short journalism on the Times’ front page. Reporter in Gaza City as the wounded (including one smiling Hamas fighter) are brought into a hospital ER. Gave me chills. A good reminder why it’s so hard to make peace in that region. Click here to read it.Â
- On a much, much lighter note: When they were little, we trained our two sons to never take the last cookie, drumstick, biscuit, etc., off a platter. The result of their good manners is that our house is littered with platters that each contain exactly one cookie, cracker, slice of cake, etc. It has become my job over the years to either throw out these items or eat them myself. Which explains my girlish figure.
