Nearly posted my Wi-Fi password instead of the bingo card. An excellent start. “I’m just taking a CD off… I was reading another one of Marie Hanna’s books…”

There’s a fledgling blackbird in the garden who’s hopping around as though our garden is the whole world. I’ve obviously named him Truman Burbank. Truman is learning to sing this morning. And his boing is much less gangly than yesterday. I’ll miss him when he goes.