Pretty good match

Gary came by with another armload of leftover orchids, callas and fillers; it's always a surprise to find them on one of the porch chairs (when a mayoral candidate isn't handing them to me).

And these are just perfect: They match my nose.

Robert got a cold from Joe at bridge last week, and I got it over the weekend.

What was it I just wrote? Oh, yeah. Just in time for Fantasy Fest. Jerry and Gene arrive today.