Man, it's a sad thing when you realize you're just starting to have breakfast at 1 PM. I had this really disturbing dream in which my white dog's PAW fell off (she had - somehow - cut it really badly, and when I gave it a little tug the whole thing came off), and I was calling the emergency vet and my husband in a panic - mostly because it was clear that the paw couldn't be reattached and partially because the vet said it would be $3000 minimum to take it to the veterinarian micro surgeon. Anyway, bad, bad dream, but it did convince me that it was a good time to stop sleeping. I made a pesto-egg crumpet, just like at the Crumpet Shop, and ate it outside because by golly it was late enough that the backyard had warmed up. It was quite pleasant, sitting under the maple tree, eating my breakfast, sipping my tea, and reading the newspaper. I feel fully fortified for my trip to Cathy's for swimming and Puerto Rico, just as soon as I go to the pharmacy - and put in my contact lenses and brush my teeth, for I am running very late today.
Oh yeah, last night at the Mercury someone recognized me from Sorry Charlies. Pretty funny, huh? He said that they're still going to close the place down. I'm thinking of taking my sister there next Friday.