I'm leaving this afternoon for that town made famous by groundhogs and their shadows (interestingly enough, the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray was not filmed in Punxsutawney, PA, but in some other state entirely. I think that the movie producers found the actual place to be too podunk for their aesthetic tastes). It is time to visit my dad's family, and this weekend is opportune in that it is my grandmother's 76th birthday... and my aunt's 96th birthday. Whoa! :^D My aunt is a remarkable woman, not the least of which is because she was born in 1908 and can tell us young'uns all about how things were "back in the day".
So, no internet until Monday... but two, six-hour car trips to get caught up on my summer reading. Nice. And the weather out there - high of 70F! Life is good.
Lastly, apparently, not all parasites are bad - wherein some parasitic birds benefit by sharing. Huh.