Good morning, all! Last night was a lovely dinner with Alan, Lilliane and Julie Freeman at their house: grilled steaks, tortellini, a great salad, pumpkin pie, and too much wine. Lilliane is French-Italian; Alan met her in Paris around 1980. Their elder daughter Elodie is a freshman at Ohio State University.
I have no idea where my father is; he was not around when I dragged my hungover body out of bed, and I wanted to ask him about the flying fish. When I got to the Freeman's last night, there were two small fish carcasses stuck to the hood of my car. I, of course, believe it's an alien invasion, but I'm totally puzzled by the occurrence.