All rightie, then; nothing much going on Chez Weasel, but there's a rather spectacular something to show you:
My SP9 pal made and sent me this gorgeousness. It arrived in yesterday's mail. I am stunned. It is lovely. I've managed to get a not-too-blurry shot of it, which unfortunately skewed the color pretty completely. The actual color is more like orange marmalade, or an orange marmalade cat. Thank you so much, Lorena.
I went to a kick-off event for a candidate for selectman Friday night. The candidate is a person I've known for a long time. She's a serious, sensible woman and a hard worker who's done one too many huge advisory committee reports, so the current plan is, I gather, to compel implementation of some of the laudable things she's worked on for the last several years. A nice evening, though I seem to be getting mistaken for a Republican lately--my Republican friends think, oh, she's rational, interested in sustainable policy choices, ergo Republican! Wrong, guys. Sorry and all. Anyhow, a lot of folks seem to think I should be in office again in some capacity or other. The trouble with that, of course--which I told folks--is that I have these huge gaping holes in my brain, still. Something to mull for later, perhaps. The public policy geekiness could get pretty bad.