Thank you, Omar. My weak grip on good cheer--to which I cling with the barest tips of my fingernails on the best of days--just got a little firmer. Good thing, too, since just after I posted my earlier comment, one of my sisters called to have a loud and rather scary mini-nervous breakdown and then hang up. This after I already had to deal with more dog escapes and the evil developer and his lackey surveyor. Plus heat.
Lubec doesn't begin with an "L" for nothing, friends.