I was up early to get the final washing done. Those of you who like to keep abreast of the frontiers of science will be interested to hear that in the Maytag Small Collider at Eagan, Minnesota, the infamous blacksox particle has re-emerged into this universe. This was undoubtedly connected to the event horizon of the Chinese bamboo copy forcibly introduced last week.
My hosts concocted a thin and implausible tale about a fortieth wedding anniversary so that they might throw a party for me. It went on for most of the day. I restricted myself to regular American beer, so I (just about) managed to stay the course.
We played catchball (a segment of baseball) in the yard. I discovered that you wear a baseball mitt on the less dominant hand, so you can throw better. Catching, apparently, is easier than throwing. You could have fooled me.