(Yes, it took me several minutes of set up attempts to get someone to state, “I didn’t know chickens had fingers,” but that made it all the more satisfying when they said just that.)

I don’t ask for much. And thanks for understanding.

I’m on the cusp of blogging through holes in the seam. My lines have been stepping up to the task on both sides of the ball.

What’s Important Now.

I think I’m okay, therefore I am?

* with honey mustard sauce; spreading compassion in tumors since 1842.