Jim’s away on business for the night, so we reverted terribly to my days of bachelorettehood (i.e. Chef Boyardee cooked us dinner). And yes, we had a gumdrop (OK, I had several) for our fruit serving. Well, Bastien preferred his apple slices and string cheese to the ravioli. But he did cry when the gumdrops were “all gone”. Yep, it’s just not the same around here without Jim. And I’m pretty sure Mazzy has decided to wait on the front porch until he comes home.