Tried in vain to take pictures of the beauty of the ice-sheathed trees, especially enchanting at night under the streetlights. Anna said today that was one of the first things she ever wrote a poem about, when she was a young girl.
But Papa was in the house last night....

And Kim Preston sat in at John Allen's invitation....

I still feel lucky to be here, home.
I also initiated my new darts. Bull's eye in the first round! I think of them like tarot cards; imbue them with your mojo.