I have been a hot, peevish mess today, but having recently spent hours going ape sh*t uprooting a sizable root ball in my back yard and then replanting the area with dahlia bulbs, I feel better. Jack has been working hard with his lawn- and pet-care business, and today, as Maryland’s shelter in place order was announced, we were walking to the bank to deposit a fistful of bills in his account. Somehow, he dropped the fistful. We looked everywhere. A neighbor drove by and said she’d seen someone on a bike pick it all up and it didn’t look right and she was so sorry. I sent a notice to our listserv and have heard nothing. I feel so badly for my sweet boy. And FFS people, if you find a wad of cash, try to find out who it belongs to because it probably wasn’t left for you. F(&&(^(ing sh(&()&(t.

So, that root ball attack was supremely helpful. I also made two chocolate cakes that my friend Liz and her son recently made and reviewed very positively, and the kids had a successful first day of “school” post spring break.

On the humor front, I appreciate the following.

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Who lost their dog? As an aside, if you are not following Rex Chapman on Twitter, you should. He is a font of delight. Maybe I need one of these birds, BTW. They crack me up.

Solo(?) dancing.