Friday morning, I took a breather from a design job and spent time with Logan, who'd spent the night. To distract him from the upset of his Poppy (Bob) leaving, I asked Logan if he'd like to visit a farm. He went straight to the door, jabbering all the things he jabbers when he knows we're going to a farm. I had hoped to visit Windmill Farms, and told Logan, "Maybe the farmer will have strawberries." He pointed his fingers into his open mouth, as if to say, "Put 'em here, woman, what are you waiting for?"