We go to jazz brunch at Manuel's with our friends Jonathan and Marie and her mother. Nice music, food and friendship.

FFP wants to stop at the closest bookstore (Book People) because he wants to flip through a book by someone he was in the gym with the other day. I find a bargain book on the way in for $2.98 where writers tell about their dreams. I carry it around the store for a while, but I don't buy it in the end. Because we aren't buying anything else and I don't want to stand in line. And because I might already have it. And because, if I don't, I still have many others to read. And because it's austerity time, time to pick and choose what gets spent, even if it's only $2.98. There lies the road to retirement. Maybe. Definitely too much thought for a $2.98 book.

It's stopped raining.

I figure we should walk the dogs. But I put it off. I change to jeans, I make some coffee. My head's been buzzing and I keep thinking more, more coffee. Finally I call SuRu and all of us (including FFP) go for a walk. We walk to Eckerd's so I can pop in there and look for something my mom wants. FFP bails then but the rest of the crew continues to Northland and back.

I waste the rest of the evening on this TV show and that bit of the newspaper. We watch things like football and 'King of the Hill' and 'The Simpsons.' Have you noticed how many of the commercials on these things (now that the dot coms are slipping off the airways) are for fast food? One fried thing sandwich with fries after another. My diet is the worst but I can't imagine eating this stuff for every single meal.