Blessings on all Mudcats near and far. I continue to plow into the shadowy Seventies with abandon. (I have forgotten the name of the band, but I have them on).

My finest birthday present was a giraffe. I have never said that before nor ever will again, most likely, but this year it is true. She is welded together from old mechanical parts and she has been stationed under a tree at the front edge of the lawn to electrify local dog-walkers by sticking her sheet-metal tongue out at them.

Sorry for the belated post--we've been unshpping and unbattening after the hurricane scare which didn't amount to much right here, anyway. No wishes necessary, as I am already quite airborne with all the goodwill already!