Thursday, August 10, 2006

I just had a terrible dream, no it’s a nightmare. Waking up confused, I went to the bath room to wash up and make myself sober, and went downstairs to have lunch. Of course, as usual, I am home alone again and trying to figure out what will make this day sunny in a cloudy sky. Then, I heard some chirping and hopping like little feet touching against galvanized iron. So, I lowered the blinders and there, a battalion of war birds flew into the air, scattered and terrified at what the intruder might be. It was two days ago business is dry; now my restaurant is the hit of the town!