Pizza night

I spent so much time in the yard today, cutting back, raking, picking weeds wherever the ground isn't still frozen that Mr. M took pity on me and agreed to pick up pizza for dinner. We don't do it that often, which makes the pizza Athena with fresh tomato, artichokes, olives and onion taste really good. We always go together so he can drop me and circle the busy block, than I have to be tortured by the hot pizza on my lap all the way home.

The baby boy that was born yesterday is doing fantastic. He was born at home, safely, and emerged so rapidly that the midwives couldn't get there in time and the dad had to catch him and clamp his umbilical cord.