For schnipping and schnapping and schnooping and schneeping

So today I got up on less than two hours' sleep to accompany rushthatspeaks and Lucien to the latter's vet appointment in Woburn (with a stop in Teele Square for muffins along the way) and then in the late afternoon I accompanied Rush to their PT appointment in Assembly Square (with a stop in Davis Square for gyros on the way back) and despite two hours' downtime for work and grilled cheese in the midafternoon it has been a rather medical day.

There were two packages on the porch when we got home. I opened them to find that a mysterious benefactor off the internet had sent me a copy of Suzanne Gargiulo's Hans Conried: A Biography (2002) and a box of protein bars made with cricket flour. I am absolutely amazed. Thank you, internet benefactor ladymondegreen! The cricket bars come in four flavors and the frontispiece of the biography shows Conried arching an ineffably world-weary eyebrow. These are things that really make my day.

I am in Lexington now, helping my mother get the house ready for Pesach. I have just discovered that my great-grandmother's chopper and bowl are properly a hakmeser and shisl as seen in the photo at the head of the article, although hers has some very old cloth-backed tape wound round the handle to soften it.

The important things.