Sitting here on a Thursday evening listening to PJ Harvey play on Apple TV while Stephen bakes a cheesecake from scratch for Shayne’s birthday, which we will celebrate tomorrow when she comes up for the day to work on some writing projects. I got her a copy of the collected stories of Lydia Davis. In some ways, this post is an homage to Lydia Davis. And to Shayne. And to Stephen. And to PJ Harvey. But not PF Chang! This is a beautiful Thursday evening with the sweet smell of graham crackers and cream cheese in the air.