I'd declined a few weeks ago, but tucked it in the backpack and began Nancy Mitford's The Blessing first. Delightful, witty book. Clean clothes, a cold beer, cornbread for the feathered friends and a stylishly amusing book made for a most pleasant time in the secluded grove. Since the alcohol consumption has been much lower than usual recently, I got quite happily sloshed and enjoyed the book even more. I hadn't listened to the radio at all.
Spring is here, though, and so it was nothing as nasty as the last windy night.
A rat sat on the wall watching, probably waiting for his chance to grab some food, too. Such devotion, coming out every morning before dawn, year after year, to feed those lucky cats. And speaking of lucky cats, when I got to campus, there was a message telling me mail had arrived, so I went downtown to collect it. What a perfectly splendid excuse for ignoring my thoughts about only going to the Garden once a week. And since I can't find that Newport Beach Easter Bunny's email address, I'll say thanks very much indeed to him here.