So now I have a friend with breast cancer, and my friend Oscar, the presently not as smiling Bolivian, is worried with good cause about his dad, who went back home at precisely the wrong time.

Let us hope Ginger is still speaking to me after tomorrow’s hike. That should be good. Some friends of mine have just moved and another friend is coming into town so we can have brunch together on Sunday. This is also good.

Life has no discernable pattern I can see.