My kids tell me just enough that I can divine things have changed. The world they are learning about will one day be theirs on their terms. But for now, it’s my job to help them make sense of it. That means I have to make some sense of it first.
It’s a gloamy day in Saint Paul, with the threat of more liquid life hanging over us as if Spring doesn’t exactly want to come yet. This is my mail day, when I answer my letters. I love doing this, because your cheery letters make blogging worthwhile for me!