The weeks are speeding by, as we count them, night by night. The cats are asleep to either side of me. My day has been full to bursting with things that had to get done, plus the now-daily collection of petitions/letters/calls to congressmen. Just before dusk I managed to get to the park and the little lake and take a brisk walk while greeting folks and their dogs.
Oh! and there has hatched one goose family! Eight goslings. Can you imagine? First it's just one of him and one of me. Then suddenly it's one of him, one of me, and eight of them.
Zalman loved counting the new goslings in the Spring. One year there were forty-two. Last year, I don't remember any. Today, eight little yellow-green fuzzballs.
Counting them alone is not the same.