EVENING SQUAWK

The evening squawk begins over the town rooftops. It's about the noisiest thing around here at the moment.

Sister R is much better, Mum is fine, daughters #1  and #2 and their scattered broods are all OK and safe, but my very old (in terms of years I've known her) friend with anxiety and depression, who's now isolated entirely on her own and not terribly comfortable with technology, is beginning to find it very hard going, and I think we're going to be spending a lot of time on the phone to each other. Well, I'm not going anywhere for the foreseeable future, so I'm fine with that.