During these abnormal times, every small return to some semblance of normalcy means more.  In this case, it’s getting back to eating chametz (bourbon, beer, bread, beans, and other non-Pesach b’s)!  Man, was that bourbon good!  Today (erev) even stale challah tastes better.

I felt another rant coming on, but f–k that.  It’s all been said by smarter people than myself, and it’s all exhausting.  Here instead are the latest flowers, including (finally!) some bleeding heart buds.  Speaking of exhaustion, here is one droopy cat, after rampaging around crashing into things.  Some catnip may have been applied to the situation.