Thank you, dear lady!
Deb & I were out walking, and we passed the wetlands area where “our ducks” were spotted earlier. The female mallard was out of the stream, standing on the sidewalk, looking worried. (Although mallards — they always have that concerned look. Like they forgot their keys, or had three things to get at the store and can only recall two.) So I started looking around in case the male had gotten hit by a car, or got lost, or was in trouble somehow. No joy, and Mrs. Mallard wandered off in the meantime (“There’s a strange couple over there, and the guy kept looking around, so I decided it was best if I just eased back over to the water because seriously, people these days!”) so I looked at Deb and said, “I think I’m turning into Dennett.”
DEB: “You could do a lot worse.”