As weekends go, this one kind of bit. Sunday bit less than Saturday, admittedly, largely because:

– saw Daughter, Interrupted in Tucson. I’m grateful that I could buy her part of her birthday present and take her to breakfast.

– the youngest Son, Interrupted is seeking to break the record for Bessts. He drove all the way back from Tucson. He also thinks I wouldn’t notice that he cleaned up the desk in the family room.

But I did.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014