I am meagred to a skeleton; my nose is broiled to flaming heat, and I am suffering the greatest inconvenience from the loss of my baggage which I fear the enemy have taken with my servant at Konigsberg.

Of course my daughter said today was iceblock day, which happened to be Friday, so iceblocks became a Friday after-school treat.

At first I was acutely aware of how close we were, but then—when Dan started steam-shoveling food into his mouth—I laughted and relaxed into the moment.

That po gal. Jones explored a booth with the broom. Hustlin water, runnin erran. Whoa! Ring up the precinct about her. She's a B-drinker.