Amaretto doughnut sunrise
(Picture of rabbit with doughnut on his head from here).
What the hell is "amaretto," and moreover, what's it doing in my coffee? Gotta make a run for supplies. Out of coffee, out of that white powdery substance you can't get arrested for (nondairy creamer).
Copped an old-fashioned doughnut from photo editor Dean Musgrove's desk. (He's on vacation, doughnuts are on duty.) Stomach pouring over pants. Have to do something about that. The Van Nuys Diet has yielded a 3.5-pound weight loss over the past few months ... but that could all be slipping away.
Our daughter fell asleep (in the car, of course) at 5 p.m. yesterday ... not for a nap, but for the night. ... So she was up at 5 a.m. Ilene took the 5 a.m. shift, I took the 6, our little Lulu had a giant breakfast to make up for missing dinner, and we were out walking by 7:30.
And I was out planting flowers (which are currently struggling against melting into a Dali painting) at 6:30 am. If we'd had the neighbors over for coffee and banter we could have a sitcom. Because the hallmark of the sitcom, if there are any left, is that the witty neighbors pop by for coffee, possibly a danish if the home in question is inhabited by well-planned danisheaters, and some requisite banter. All before a full day of work. Oh well. At least then we'd be awake from the coffee.