Thursday Evening - Hoy

Good news today is that there’s no dancing to report.  Sandy has started taking piano lessons.  I had a visit from a Bill McArthur fan.  There was a convention of clouds today.  Chilly clouds.  One cloud specifically was shaped like Mrs McGregor, who lives above the grocer. 
 
To all shareholders:  Apologies about the vapid image today.  My dreams have flickered into the great dreichness.
 
CMC came home and made a chocolate cake (Fiona’s recipe).
 
We expect a visit from Dougal the morn.
 
As I type it’s lunchtime in Chicago.