ayammi'ha (probably spelled wrong) was last night. I seem to have finaly passed the akward stage of older than Max and younger than conversations. Patty makes great cookies.
The weather this morning is so great I can't stay pointlessly mad at the world, though Brian may reverse that decision.
waiting for a book of a loved seies is like a good pair of jeans in storage. When it comes out, you pick it up, read a few pages and suddenly the catalogue of all the bumps and wrinkles, how it fits where, the feel, comes back.