Kerry has run off to Trader Joe’s to browse around and to pick up some freeze dried raspberries that were not on the shelf yesterday but were promised to be restocked overnight. She is lucky to be sparing herself the noise of my portable dishwasher, currently jet-engining its way through its quick-wash cycle, which takes a couple hours. In the meantime I have been indulging my compulsion for organizing and reorganizing to get ready for the elves at the stroke of noon.