I woke up this morning at 6 AM to the decidedly non-dulcet sounds of 3 or 4 M80s being exploded seemingly directly outside my window. Oy. On top of that, I feel like Thomas Jefferson, i.e., slightly hungover from too much wine the night before.
Luckily, as I sat on my porch, reading the Sunday papers and saturating my blood stream with coffee, a kind soul prepared a new-to-me treat, Lox and Eggs. Yummy, I’m nearly human again.