not september 22

I threw Beatrice's simian toy called The Funky Monkey until Beatrice finally tired of the game, some 20 throws into it. She is a good "toy dog", who will chase and to a greater or lesser extent fetch things she likes.

Today I had a moment of mental snowblindness and wished my brother a happy birthday exactly one month too soon.

Tonight we went to San Miguel Grill, where I dined on tacos mixteca and gave my wife my helping of guacamole. I am glad my wife returned from a quick trip to Arkansas.