November 23, Newburgh. Tired, but happy, because I see my agility at the piano increasing, and more and more idiomatic expressions slipping into my English. A screw is stuck in the left front tire of J.’s Toyota, making a grinding-slamming sound with each turn of the wheel. We leave it in for now because it would be hard to repair the tire now over Thanksgiving if removing the screw would damage the tube. At the supermarket, the whipped cream that is supposed to go on the pumpkin pie is completely sold out.