|The threatening messages still appear, even a day late.|
First, I must eat a piece of Lucy's Mother's Day coffee cake. She made it late at night on Mother's Day itself so I was able to partake this morning. Delicious! As I chewed and felt grateful for her efforts, I realized she had a method to her madness. Unless I suddenly become a complete glutton (and let's not rule that out), most of the coffee cake will be left behind for certain other people to consume. Hmmmm. I may have to bring some with me to Ithaca.
Because it is Ithaca where I will be headed in a few short hours' time. What lies ahead? I don't know!