Woke this morning, with my heart hurting. Literally. Not major angina. Prolly not really angina at all. Just a tight achy feeling. Need to go take the hawthorne. Last night in our bed. Move on. Right. As if you had a choice.

Small rain. Feels perfect for the day: The NYC lovebug crew is arriving soon to help pack up. I know it has to be done, but it hurts. And today, the real change begins. . . .