I could complain of the weather, sunlight having only been available on a limited basis lately in this meteorologically contrarian burg. But I shan't. Wouldn't be wise, not in terms of tempting fate and so on. On this our globally warmed planet, what's to worry about a little fog? What's to worry about in general, being 72 years of age and too far down the road of life to justifiably concern oneself with much of anything. But worry I do. Especially at night. Especially when Jane is off doing something Read more [...]