Countdown

Okay, Sister shows up tomorrow for the Annual Plague of Relatives. Okay, make that singular, she's the only one. 'Tis enough, 'twill do. We have to figure out how to entertain her, or at least not murder her and then dispose of the body (without damaging the environment) for a whole week out here on the backside of beyond. This for a New York City (yea, even mid-town Manhattan) person accustomed to having the world at her fingertips.

Ho, ho, ho...

Meanwhile, back at the architecture.

And I see that Joseph Barbera has died. No more stolen pic-a-nic baskets.