Surreal

To add to a surreal week:

‘Tis surreal to be pulling on ones socks just before 8 a.m. and suddenly hear ones voice on the radio.

NPR pledge drive time is here.  My latest testimonial just ran on the air.

What fun!

Friday

7.15 in the morning.  Blue skies without a cloud.  A hint of Spring in the air.

I’ve had my French toast, with wonderful sourdough as the bread.  And honey from way up north in Manhattan as the topping.

Samson was especially cuddly this morning.

I like Fridays when they start off like this.

Spring Break is hours away.  That probably influences my happiness this morning.

And I’m going to see Next to Normal this evening.