Shmekkl Shmookl Ai Yai Yai

What a great Pre-Valentine. Baby I is holding her head up, snuggling against her bearded Pops who looks freakily like his bearded Pops at the same age doing the same snuggle. There is an old Plotnikkie expression for a moment like this: Shmekkl Shmookl Ai Yai Yai.

Meanwhile, The Great Aging Plotnik is feeling like himself this morning for the first time in what seems like ages. Food tastes good again. This cup is holding coffee, real Samiramis coffee. OK, superstition still reigns, so we're not assuming anything, but still. It doesn't hurt that the sun is shining. Shmekkl Shmookl Ai Yai Yai.