A Fine Day

Around noon, it was warm enough for me to take a walk without a coat, and with my shirtsleeves rolled up. Even late in the evening, it was warmer than a typical December day. I poured a glass of port to celebrate the near completion of an almost good first quarter; port is a dessert wine, but drinking it with chocolate chip cookies may be slightly unusual.

We will see, over the next thirty-eight or so hours, how successful the first quarter of the fiscal year turns out to be.