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Friday already! How confusing things have become, the pace too swift for an old retired buzzard. Our house is still full, and joyfully so, but today brings rain, and the noise level is pretty high this morning.
My little book of poems is out. After eight months of writing, it required only about 90 minutes to publish it on Lulu. Amazing. It received positive reviews from Hannah and Dave and Bart and Molly, but I do not foresee it racing up the Amazonian charts.
Grandma is down in CT with Nancy, sorry, I'm sure, to be missing the grandchildren, but enjoying the family down there. More maturity, less noise on Money Island.