[ Sorry to be late. We made a trip to Cedar Point, and kept sticking around a little later yet, and before you knew it they were turning the lights off on the rides. ]
It's been a while since I went through all my mail. I have this tendency to let the mail pile up, I think out of a primordial urge to see a stack of letters reaching from floor to ceiling, able to intimidate even the crazed amaryllis. In less primordial urges I wonder whether, if I gather enough information as presumably contained in the letters it'll achieve self-awareness and I'll have a tame if pretty slow-moving artificial intelligence. If I do, it's going to be one that thinks I'm the Current Resident or, worse, Currant Resident. They shouldn't be firing their copy editors. Let's see what's on the pile.
The rest is right over you-know-where, and I'd be most grateful if you visited. Tolerably grateful, anyway. Other bits from this week include more action between our plants and our pet rabbit, some of what's going on in the community, some sulking about the jokes you can't play anymore and thanks a lot, as well as an excerpt from Robert Benchley, on a letter Odysseus might have written, and a snicker-generating line from the Calais chronicle of 1509, which I did too happen to read.
Trivia: The Model 200 Monomail was Boeing's first all-metal plane. Only one was built. Source: The Boeing 247: The First Modern Airliner, F Robert van der Linden.
Currently Reading: Marlborough, J R Jones.