I slept in today and felt quite a bit better; yesterday was about as bad as I want to get.
Memorial Day has me thinking about my uncle. EG in the title, of course, is for the Enola Gay he flew on.
On a different note. The baby peregrines are supposed to fledge Friday or so. (I’m wondering about the one that is two days younger than the others.) The falconatics have a listserv where they’ve been talking about breaking out the chocolate in celebration come the day, and one said, we’d have to open a whole chocolate shop!
To which I replied that it would need to be dark chocolate to celebrate Clara silhouetted against the city lights. Only, make sure it’s not a fly-by-night operation.