ELEVEN YEARS WITH THE PROFESSOR

Gave way to the temptation of a long lie this morning. Part of the allurement was breakfast in bed, brought the Professor. He must have been following some of my Blip subscriptions, because his anniversary card featured a murmuration of starlings. Also featured on the night stand (I love that Americanism) is my newly purchased and much loved Kindle on which I am reading Kate Atkinson's short stories. Oh, and the complete works of Emily Dickinson resting on a Gurdun Sjoden catalogue over which I cast the occasional lustful glance.