The world is at sixes and sevens (origin of idiom uncertain, one suggestion having to do with the dots on a die).  I feel this because last night  I saw the first June bugs, aka fireflies, and it’s not even June! Further confusion, if Trump is convicted of a felony, he would be unable to enlist in the military service, and yet be a possible Commander in Chief?  Such uncertainties.  My little printer wouldn’t connect to my phone for weeks and then one day it not only connects but prints! I’ll have to resort to my usual cure for the doldrums.  A Beefeater martini and a good basketball game.  Go Celtics!

Life has improved remarkably and I’m grateful.