[Tax-chick]

I’ll send you picture tomorrow of our new bird friend, Margaret Thrasher. She sits on a rosebush branch, yelling, “Chick!” at Jake. He is underwhelmed.

[Monkey Face]

Good morning.

So she just showed up on your rosebush? No fanfare? No parade? No wonder Jake is underwhelmed.

I’m off to sort clothes in a minute. Then laundry, but it won’t take long today. No dryers involved. Then we’ll see if the extra morphine helps.