One day, you drop your governor off at the office. His name’s Greg.
Then you go to pick him up, and he’s a girl. Named Gina.

On Saturday, we went to the gardens. There was a Native American festival going on. By the time we arrived most of the events for the day were already over, but there was an Indian market still going on. Anne found a book for the grandkids. It is an audiobook that plays animal sounds. She must have had Merlin turned on, because later it reported hearing a Barred owl. The app said it was rare at that location, which seemed strange, because we have seen them there many times before in that area. Earlier, we had enjoyed a late lunch at Rooster’s. We both had crepes, but I had ordered their lemon crepe. When served, the waitress remarked that it looked just like the picture in the menu. It tasted great. Anne’s tasted just as good but was not as pretty as mine.

Farewell Cybertruck, you’re with the angles now.