John Dobson

Gmorning, friends.  We got some pretend buffalo wings from Grocery Outlet on a whim.  Ming wanted them, and this morning he cooked them up.  I ate one bite and said no.  They are nasty.

Yesterday was a rest day, not to be confused with an arrest day.

The secret project is moving along nicely.  That's what Ming said to tell you.

Oh, yesterday we found my dvd of A Sidewalk Astronomer.  It was stuck between two books on my bookshelf.  Ming's watching it for the first time.  It makes me a little weepy because I loved John Dobson and remember when he was alive, but now he's dead.