Ai-yi-yi!

My son, the party-loving socialite, is bouncing off the walls (and floor and furniture) with excitement over the Superbowl. Not that he loves the game all that much; he will watch only a fraction of it. But he wants to buy "food" he rarely gets (soda, chips, soda, pizza, and more soda) and invite friends over to play. Rick and I have not yet agreed with all his party plans; he has already worn me out with his noise and activity level and it's only 8:15 a.m. Hoping for a horseback escape with my friend Kate sometime today – and hoping that my house is still standing when I return!

That's it for now from the hermit at . . .