Sunday, October 21, 2007


I'm lying abed, at noon on a Sunday. I've made coffee, eaten some quiche, noshed on some sesame sticks, and pondered my still-producing pink beefsteaks.

At 2, I'm meeting a friend to do a corn maze up in Rougemont. Then at 6, I'm heading to Cristin's for my first viewing of Labyrinth (her fave movie), along with our sweet JeniQ.

I dreamed last night, or maybe the night before, that I was hanging out with Martha Stewart. She was canning tomatoes and had the gall NOT to peel them. I read her the riot act.

Did I mention I'm still in bed? My feet are cold. I love it. Remind me come February that I appreciated having my feet need covering.

It's going to be in the mid-eighties today, and it's the end of October. Wow.