This is one images Yours Truly is especially happy with from the latest nuptials socially documented in early March, and, desite the big chill in the air, the couple agreed to pose outdoors at Glen Falls with Nature all nude.

Yesterday was the book clubbing and, as is our wont, there was some discussion of the book at hand (Fear of Flying, that early feminist book all concerned about liberation, and therapy), but more about life in general over several goblets of thematic beverages. Next book is Tristram Shandy, a college fav, and just ordered a new copy as mine from college was severely yellowed and annotated by my 18-year old hand. Along with some plans for t-shirt designs and ruminations that were so ... heavy in my undergraduate mind.
Soon or now is the year anniversary of the death of Mr. Ganey and then that of Mrs. Ganey. What a sad time that was, good to see the fam, but tragic when she passed one month after his. Same funeral home, same room, same cast of characters.

Celebrated the birth of my mother yesterday at a middling restaurant on Hertel Avenue. As I said to the parents, it seemed a bit dishevelled at the edges but the food was passable.
The lag of the jets (3 in total) has passed, thankfully, no more operating on 3 cylinders.

Onwards to edits galore.

Love galore.