Skunked

Where are the warm springs of yesteryear? Obviously not around here. Oh, well, distractions were found, and presented; a dear friend became a grandmother to a lovely baby boy, something she'd been yearning after for a while now. She and her husband drove off to the hospital, honking their horn and yelling out the news as they drove by. As another neighbor observed, they must be ready for babysitting duties. Not yet for me...
Orbiting to the end of Cosmicomics; just the strange kind of reading I needed.