I should give credit to the New Yorker. I have been carrying this page around since February 6, 2006. I come from a family of New Yorker readers. My father used to get all of us a subscription each Christmas, my mom, himself, and his four daughters. Now that he is gone, we keep up the tradition, on a rotating basis.
Lovely morning listening to NPR and trying to get the humidity out of my house. I even left the air conditioner on while I'm out. Can't really justify that now that I don't have pets. I love the sunshine but hate the humidity.
Yesterday I had a delightful birthday. Breakfast at my sister's, gifts, flowers, dinner with my "girlfriends of the '70's" (aren't those the best kind?), phone calls, email messages, Facebook remembrances, singing. Couldn't have asked for a better day except that the weather could have been better. Torrential rain and drizzles with occasional brightening.
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