Random Paragraphs

 I've come to loathe the term "aggressive cancer."  My husband (pancreatic), my favorite uncle (Daddy's big brother --- bone), Daddy (brain).  It's been sad to hear it today.

Harpo Marx is a hero of mine, and absolutely one of my Ideal Dinner Party guests.*  I have only very recently found out that his wife wrote a book, which I began today, and it is utterly delightful.

Lately, cereal has been my go-to for almost every meal.  Why, I do not know.  I've also been golfing these down:

I am not a pretzel person.  Now, I did have a soft

 street one when we were in New York, but that was a tourist obligation kind of thing.  These I found on a Publix BOGO, and they just sounded like they might be good.  I can scarcely stop eating them.

*I often used that question as a Final, having students put together their lists and draw sociological conclusions from them.  It usually got me in trouble with the administration, but, meh.