It started out very small and innocent. More of a supporting actress than a leading character. Pinches here and there. A little Hip Jam beside an Egg Sandwhich, the branch of a new sculpture, I have been putting up on the wall and it then ended, in an exlosion. With a big box of Beetroot Granité (the chef of the Fishbowl kicked me a little for naming it Sorbet before. Only because, he would need an ice maker for Sorbets and he hasn't. An ice maker, one of his secret dreams, I guess. So Granité it was.) I have not eaten such a marvelous thing in a long time. So, I am gladly making this firework the Queen of Colors this week. Who cares about the weather, anyway.