We wore suits today.
Cookie's first Communion was beautiful, and the festivities made all the merrier with Spumoni Squad being in town. We ate a lot of food. And we're having a lot of laughs.
The weather has been warm and enjoyable -- though it's going into the 40s tonight. That's gonna feel harsh on sun-loving Florida skin!
I heard from Steve yesterday because he's been obsessing on the utterings of homeless guy we encountered at the Met Museum of Art some 15-or-so years ago. I told him about the dream I had the other night. I was stacking the hamburger rolls and singing that old Billy Idol song: "With a Schwebel yell... MORE MORE MORE!"
Steve was amused. Which is more than I can say about Alane, who seems to think it's bad enough that I have to defile music lyrics while I'm awake.