By the way, the roasted tomato was a bust. Feh.
At the conclusion of the seder, we say "next year in Jerusalem." At the conclusion of this year's "seder", which will probably be meatloaf eaten at the kitchen counter, I'm going to say "next year in Anchorage!" My cousin Maura and I are planning this for 2016, and God willing we are going to make it.
Today it was Indiana's turn to accompany me on my walk. It was a rough day, as the humidity was much higher than I anticipated. He wanted to walk on the leash rather than ride in the stroller, but he's not a great walker, pulling me this way and that to look at things. I got some good photos, though. No cooking today. Rob and I had cheese and crackers for dinner, and I gave Chelsea a much-needed bath. She loves her bath, but hates the blow dryer. I'm not sure she's speaking to me. A quiet day.