Turn to Face the East

Life is like a game of baseball, unless you're a Plotzer fan. It's hard to believe they can have gone as far South as they have. But it happens every year. Wonder why that is?

It ought to be eating Plotnik up more than it is. For some reason, it just doesn't seem all that important to see another August come to an end with Plottie's favorite team falling out of contention, again, like they do every year. Ho hum.

The Great PD Family will be waiting at their door, a week from yesterday, when the moving van shows up at their house. Then they have another week in Stiletto City, and then they're coming to Saint Plotniko for a few days, as they while away the time until their stuff gets back to The Big Shmapple. They'll fly out from here, with poor ol' Mischief in a crate with the suitcases. Mischief as luggage. I hope somebody doesn't pack their pet squirrel down there too.

The Great BZWZ is all moved in to her new apartment in Providence. Everything is changing direction. The sun still rises in the East. That's good.