Friday, 40 degrees colder than Thursday. And then Monday, 42 degrees warmer than Sunday.


It turns out that the most important event all year around here is a Daddy-daughter dance. There is a huge wait list, and people who can’t get in are weeping and offering to sell a kidney on FB if somebody can get them in.

I know that I will never be able to explain the concept to poor N. So I’m beginning to wonder if we should move. It’s not something we can culturally comprehend. I’m not criticizing, I’m just saying that we are not culturally situated in a way that would make this comprehensible.