Sue’s moving across town, and I lent a hand with the moving. It went well, and I can’t say that she’s settled in, but at least her stuff is sitting in boxes in her new place. For my part, I’m sore with righteous labor.

Chava managed to delight me when she changed her mind halfway through a word, starting with “slice” and ending with “hunk.” What came out of her mouth was “slunk.” A slunk of cake.