It’s dawn in Friday Harbor on a cold, wet, dark morning. I’ve seen no news. Read no papers. And not had my pot of coffee yet. Dinner went very well with the in-laws. Over 22 served. The Fair Jessica did most of the cooking (key to the stuffing: pork sausage). Cosmo’s absence hangs over everything (he’s in jail — i.e. the kennel — back home). He loves it out here and will probably never forgive us. Anyway, I’ll check in when caffeinated.