Day Twelve: Sunset

Unaltered in any way, here is the sunset down the street at my parents house in Virginia this evening. I don’t have time to write much, because at the moment my Dad is reminiscing about meeting Russian spies in Pakistan, and Mom is reminding me that when she and I took May Miller to a book signing in Detroit many years ago, we were both exhausted and ready for bed, and May was ready to go out to the next reception.

It’s a good time here right now. Another sherry anyone?