My laptop went bananas this afternoon in very disturbing ways and Apple Support couldn't fix it over the phone, so I've got a date with a Genius tomorrow.
I was looking forward to telling you about the bizarre, scary, and probably very expensive thing that Harris did in the middle of the night. (It's so crazy that I think Toffee had to have given him the idea.) But unfortunately I can't, since I'm stuck typing this on my phone, and I can't risk stressing my left index (typing) finger, which must be coddled and rested for its all-important role in wreath decorating next week. It's my pinecone-jabbing finger, see.
More later. Someday. Guess I'll go read more Barbara Pym stories or something. What did we DO before we had laptops?