I had a little family dinner for Augie, who turned 2 yesterday.  He came to the door with Eliza, Gunther, and Anders, and I said, "Happy birthday, Augie."

"Cake," he said, his eyebrows going up.

Fumiko made and decorated a beautiful cake with strawberries and blueberries, and a yellow rose from the garden.   We had fish tacos, fresh homemade salsa, beans, and wine.

Today, I'm flying down to Studio City, to visit with Sigrid, Trevor, and Chloe.  Jim is back East packing up his mother, for the move out West.   It's going to be very hot down there.

Yes, my misfortunes are over, unless you count the hair dryer burning out yesterday, and an incredibly complicated life chart order to Greece.  It's quiet, and lovely here at the house.