This is a late post, and it will also be a brief one. I have been up at the farmstand constructing strawberry-rhubarb pies since 8 a.m., and in a few moments I have to go pick up Paul at work, drive him to a piano lesson, drive him to a soccer game, and this will all take hours to accomplish and it's 90 degrees out there and I am already feeling limp.

Talk to you tomorrow, unless I get melted down for scrap.