In my home this week, do you remember the song by Herman Hermits, "Henry the VIIIth I am"? After the first verse is over, the singer says, "Second verse, same as the first." That's how I feel the entire month has been thus far. It's more about what I didn't get done than about what I actually accomplish. It's about what I keep thinking I'd normally do but don't have time for or patience enough for or mental space to give. I attempted to order one, the only one gift I was going to order, but John disliked every single version of the gift I found. Each had something he disliked about it. I gave up.