All that jazz

    Brother Malcolm's here; we just listening to jazz. Hey, even though I'm not a father, I can phone it in on Father's Day on my father's behalf. We have nearly the whole family here and are going out for supper to the place of Dad's choice. While it isn't cordon bleu or even white glove, it's where he wants to go. And that's what matters, isn't it?
    On the kitty front, I had left the bowl of water on the porch. This morning I noticed the water bowl had been spilled all across the porch, as if somebody was telling me "There should be food in this bowl!" Everybody's a critic.