The moon is out, and it's throwing some strong light. It's lighting up the remaining flowers in the front garden. It's clear and the air is cooler and drier than it's been. So I sat outside for a while (on the front step, "like a mook," as I tell the boys) after waking up from my couch-slumber. There's nothing on television, despite my having about 300 cable channels. So now I'm back inside, having opened that giant jug of Villa Armando red wine I bought today at Stew Leonards wine shop. I went there with Guido today to purchase said jug along with a bottle of Creme de Cacao -- which tastes appallingly like spiked Hershey syrup and nothing like what we drank from grandma's tiny shotglasses at holiday gatherings many many years ago.

As usual, Guido and I shopped for liquor that no one else wants -- I can't find website links to either brand of crap we bought today. This is the same Internet that has site devoted to photos of people's dogs, their paper clip collections, and favorite bowel movements. Still, no Villa Armando. But we drink it.

Kind-a reminds me of college, when Guido drove to White Plains with Mike Yee, walked into a neighborhood liquor store and explained to the shopkeeper their intention to buy "the dustiest bottle you got in the store."

They returned to the dorm with a big awful bottle of Coco Mist. That stuff doesn't even exist today... except as a tanning solution.