It is a beautiful day. There are approximately seven colors of rhododendrons and four of azaleas blooming hereabouts. The sun is shining, the birds are insolently flitting about, and there is SUCH a baby being dandled in my environs.

She has rosy cheeks like ripening apples. She has a sweet, beatific face full of curiosity. She has clear blue eyes, fine brown hair, and a flowery dress she keeps kicking at with her dimpled knees. She likes to stand up with help, and scorns her pacifier in favor of long ribbons hanging off her dress. She is ADORABLE. She held onto my finger. I got the corner of a smile all to myself. Her name is Aurelia.

No, you aren’t getting anything interesting or coherent out of me today.