Well, I try

Instead of taking pretty pictures today, I did a little work for our charitable foundation, went to town, had lunch with Mom and her caretaker, got a haircut from a Kosovar refugee barber, pulled out estate papers to persuade the bank to get a laggard dividend check to my dad into Mom's account, got luggage for our upcoming trips to Disney and then to Bette Midler's Las Vegas show, paid a courtesy call at the Museum Center, got a cable Robert needs to make his laptop work with his old printer, hunted and gathered for dinner, picked up clay pots for the caladiums. . . .

And found out that when Miz Joe's annual bridge tournament happens in June, we'll have dinner for a bunch here (which means pulling out all the stops) and a non-bridge-playing houseguest I'll be expected to babysit.

Shoulda stayed in bed, but there wouldn't have been pictures about that, either.