Sunday morning, 10-11-24.

 Sorry about yesterday - I'm getting very erratic, aren't I?  More this evening but, for now, I will just leave this . . .

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

(last verse of 'For the Fallen' by Robert Lawrence Binyon)