ifteenth day of hunkering down from our last round of social separation1. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have been keeping up with several projects. I have many things to say, but… Arthur, one of the Ritus brothers has attacked my wrist again, so typing is a little slow. Whine-whine-whine. It’s hard to get out of the house for cheese with my whine.
unkering down postscript. None today!
pinochle group ↩