Tomorrow morning Jon and I are headed to South Carolina to attend a wedding. Beaufort, to be exact. That’s pronounced Byoo-furt, not Bo-fort, as Jon kept arguing. I know because I am always right except for all those times when I’m wrong. Our very good friend, Shan, is marrying Sydney, a Southern girl like myself. [...]
Martini, my old iBook, died last week. She had to be replaced, so we got Jooce, as in Gin and Jooce. I like her very much.