There’s a very good chance Bethany and I are in a competition this month to see who can write the most inane blog post.  It’s nothing we planned, but that’s what I think May 2016 might be turning into.  Dear lord, I’m out of things to talk about.  I haven’t read enough Voyager since Saturday to have any good updates, and I’m not reading anything else.  So I’ll simply say this: the Rainier cherries my husband bought at the Sacramento Farmer’s Market this past weekend are amazing, and I’m going to eat them until my stomach pops.  I am only partially joking.  They’re that good.