I've got tons of work to do and the election news makes me incredibly anxious but damn, I feel good today. Thirty-two years with the one I love. Happy Anniversary, Ernie. I am utterly brilliant for having captured you.
Thanks for all the kind wishes. AND…the lobsters are in the house, as well as the steamers.
First, though, Owen adamantly refuses to admit that he is taller than his father. Some kinda respect thing going on.