Lost my keys today. The worst part isn’t even losing the keys—that was an annoyance, but took less than two hours to fix—but, silly as it sounds, losing the key ring. I’d had that same key ring for around 25 years, and it was dad’s for years before I got it. Sad to have lost it.

Prairie brought me a gift from my nieces (whom she was visiting while I was at the Norwescon retreat)!

It’s a glow-in-the-dark slime ball. Named Jerry.