Great stories about your mom and your grandmother. My maternal grandmother lived into her 80s and was smart and funny and still able to stand on her feet long enough to make bread. I don’t bake bread, but I’m into my 80s now, wishing she were here so we could laugh about our aches and pains and trying to remember the names of things right on the tips of our tongues.

Just had another argument with someone who insisted Joe Biden has dementia. Nothing they could put their finger on, exactly, except his halting language, which, I reminded them, was due to having been a stutterer all his life. No contest. I won.