I don’t know.
The weather is gray and blustery. The family has come and gone in a whirlwind (literally when it comes to the frisbees that were flying on Sunday). The dogs are looking at me like there ought to be dinner served up about now and why on earth am I sitting here staring at that infernal thing on the desk and holding that stick in my hand when there is dinner to be served, for heavens sake?
So I don’t know what it means. Heck I only have a vague idea what to call it. So without further ado, here it is.
And now… Dinner is served!