I've written so many reviews over the past three days, albeit some will only come out next week, that I think my fingers are starting to prune for being in the water too long. Wait, what?
It seems my sensorial glands are starting to cross-fade and shut down. Margaret is here with me and she thinks that the apple crumble is totally delicious, so I'm not really sure what is music?
Oh, right! Dauwd, my son-in-law is coming over later for the jamboree. It'll be fourteen dogs in total at half past, which isn't a first in this neighborhood.