(a) This is Margaret’s and my 43rd wedding anniversary, an elegantly prime anniversary (if not a particularly appealing number in any other particular way).
(b) Today we travel from Portland to Sullivan, Maine; Si, Laura, Thomas, and Lydia will pick us up at Helen and Marc’s home, whither we go up Route One to connect again with Pippa and Dyer in Sullivan. It has been a long day for the Indianapolis branch of the family — their flight was late out of Indy, obliging them to dash from end to end of BWI in time to catch their flight to Portland. All navigated the long travel day with as much grace as one could expect of their ages, almost always showing even greater grace.