It is so gratifying when a file begins to cohere. In anticipation of the promotion celebration at #8 this Friday—a day which, I must note, aligns precisely with the town council’s newly adjusted meeting schedule—I have been cross-referencing recent municipal correspondence. The 2015 zoning amendment, the 2022 leaf-collection calendar revision, and now this promotion, all share a curious synchronicity with shifts in official timing. It cannot be accidental. I have prepared a fresh scone batch (lemon-poppy seed) to bring as a housewarming gesture. Courtesy, of course, is paramount, but one does hope to observe the inaugural egg presentation in person. For the record, Mr. Higgins spent the better part of the morning watching the squirrels, who have been unusually busy near the foot of the lane. They are, I believe, keeping an eye on a delivery van that lingered rather longer than usual near the tasting steward’s driveway yesterday. One simply logs these things.