Spent the evening of Peggy’s most recent b-day hanging around the Puddle (I swam eight lengths but boy is my back stiff this morning) and consuming mint tea and biscotti. Highly recommended. Paul and Tom were there too.
Last night I dreamed that Justin Bieber was dead and I was hired to squeal like a teenaged girl at one of his retrospectives, there being no actual teenaged girls to do the job. I was giggling and squealing like a trooper when an unidentified woman about my age came up to me and shot me in the head with a Nerf gun. And, such are the manifold blessings of my life, I woke the hell up. No disrespect, but I think The Bieb has peaked.
My coffee is ready. Jeff has consumed half a honeydew melon for breakfast, but I cannot bring myself to follow his example.
I get to see the Bean soon! My time off at the end of the month is rapidly filling up.
