This newsletter promises one thing, friends. And it’s pics of my cats. I’m here today to break that promise. Add your name to the long list of those I’ve disappointed over the course of my life. Like my dance audition partner in Summerstock, with whom I waltzed exquisitely outside the theater doors before remembering, mid-audition, that I actually can’t dance at all. Like my innocent family when I promised them a delightful holiday dessert and instead produced a frozen log of cherries nestled in mayonnaise. Like my sweet mother when we went looking for dinosaurs in Colorado but all they had was a Park and Ride with lots named after dinosaurs.