It’s a goofy day. The sun was out for a time and all looked promising for March 1st. The clouds moved in and the earth shoke a bit as Dennis declared he is making supper. The statement I made about no harm coming to either of us if we skipped a meal . . . didn’t fly. One of his offering is jellied cranberries. Time will tell and I will just sit on my hands and let it all play out. Oh, that’s right I can’t sit on my hands as my thumb on my right hand has been in a “charlie horse” mode for some time this afternoon. Arthritis must be making a play on yet another joint.