Who was that guy on the radio who used to say it was one of the Top Ten days? That was yesterday - a soft clear day with enough breeze to ruffle your nerves alert.
Something happened that I meant to talk about, but what? Was it the utterly nerdy & addictive Norwegian grammar site? Was it finally buying some food? I'd been reduced to squinting at that last box of matzoh. Was it having a satisfying B&H breakfast? Was it that the pigeons on my ledge now have two eggs, or that the baby pigeon from last month is fully grown, with just a few wild unfurled feathers on its head, but still not flying, as far as we can tell?