Afterwards we came home, ate some pizza from Mascalzone (not Hot Mamas but who is), then dinked with the computer and made plans. Me, I made some plans for my birthday, and wished bathtubgin happy birthday. And now, if we can find it, we're going to play Boggle.
A quick poem (from the concert), by Li Po, "In the Quiet Night."
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed,
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlght.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.