Home from the coast. Had a good workshop. Tiring but informative. Still processing. Ate way too much.
On the way back TG and I stopped at the Otis Cafe
, which was one of the better restaurants I've eaten at in a long time. I had an excellent chicken fried steak breakfast with two kinds of homemade bread for toast -- one was was a whole grain sourdough which was quite tasty, the other a black molasses bread which tasted like gingerbread without the ginger. The molasses bread was excellent, almost a dessert, if it had come with butter and honey. She had the German potatoes, which was their excellent hash browns covered with white cheddar and various goodies. My only regret is that we didn't save enough room for pie. Still ate too much (more?).
It was fun to see K&D, the Crown Prince of the Sex Pirates (who was remarkably subdued, for him), and a number of other friends old and new. Two of our class had HMs in the new America's Best Mystery Stories, which was the cause of much celebration. Some good ideas flowed.
Once home, the Child discovered the copy of Terry Pratchett's Where's My Cow
] which had recently arrived. She demanded we read it, which we did. Talk about context issues.
Wishing I'd saved room for pie. It would have been too much, but, mmm...
Speaking of eating, hey, deedop
, when are we going to see another installment of your journal of the flu years?
Did I mention that I ate way too much?