(My father and my uncle both tease me about liking James Taylor so much. “You must get awfully sleepy, listening to that all the time,” is one of Uncle Frank’s favourite taunts. But I can’t help it! I just like his music, is all.)

Anyway. Yesterday was lottery day. Of course we didn’t win, since we hardly ever buy a ticket.

When we do buy tickets, though, twice a year or so, we like to imagine what we’d do if we won, say, a squillion dollars. The first thing we’d do would be to take off somewhere nice and hide from the people who’d no doubt come out of the woodwork. Then we’d of course start with our Homes All Over The World. Purely inspired by JT, I’d be sure we got ahold of some Raleigh North Carolina real estate, and build ourselves a place there. Then maybe we’d hire James to come and serenade us. Yeah, that’s what we’d do.