Dinner was nearly the perfect dinner. We had a bunch of greens from the garden, with bacon, Brie, and Granny Smith apples. Balsamic vinaigrette. Baguette (sadly gluten free). For dessert strawberries and cream.
Eaten on the porch with a nice cool breeze.
Essays about pop culture by a writer who is pretty much the same age as me.
We ended up, after a marathon hatch, with eight happy healthy chicklets.
Two didn’t make it out of the shell, and one was a quitter. Out of three hatches, those are some of the first not to hatch, so we’re still doing good.
Tomorrow or the next day they get sixteen little sisters.
Good, hard look at how to start fixing America. Written before *gestures to everything*