Tony gives me an orange.

I know that this is really only something a parent can take joy in and to report it in a blog is a bore to everyone else, but I will report it anyway: When I got home last night, Tony greeted me with an orange which I willingly accepted and ate. A giving Tony makes me proud.


I was dressed for a cold ride home last evening. But as soon as I got outside, I noticed a slight drizzle. It wasn't as cold as I was expecting, alas.