Sitting here, after a good day. My son is OK. That is a big relief.

We went out for a late lunch and I fixed a spinach Canadian bacon, mushroom fritatta for a late supper. I hear the dish washer running now, all electric motors and gears and spray.

I made Earl Grey tea for after dinner. Right now I’m watching a creepy tourism film from Nazi Germany, made in 1938. It is cuckoo clocks and Schühplättler, fröhlicher Volk. Did I say it was creepy? How, after 75 years, do we still get chills watching their lies?

I should go up. Really. I’m tired. Time for bed.