Four missed calls at 5:30 a.m.

I cancel our practice—again. I could have really used it.

It could have been worse.

I will get those webs down somehow, at some point.

It only took me until the last two weeks of the session to be ahead on my reading.

If he were home, I would have called him for coffee and a chat.

A block of maple walnut fudge. Slice by slice. That kind of day.

Is this the bottom?

The gladiolas are starting to wither, but they are still beautiful.

Thank goodness it’s only Saturday.