It's cold this morning. The sky is clear, the sun is high, and it's cold. Interesting enough, I had a great sleep. I actually woke up at 9:30 am. That's a first for me. I'm a crack of dawn, up with the birds, type of guy. Eager to begin productivity; eager to drink my first glass of water and toast a multi-grain waffle.

But this morning I seemed more eager to nestle in the comfort of my bed. Maybe the snorer above fell into his drunken stupor somewhere besides his bedroom; maybe the steady rain that poured yesterday evening for a good hour left some poppy-like sleep dust in the Brooklyn air; maybe my late very cherry chip soy dessert had me cruising from a sugar high in my slumber and I crashed somewhere around dawn between the dream a floating children and women with mammoth-sized afros, and 9:30 was the time my body finally regained its steam. Whatever the culprit: I'm up, rested, and ready to take on the cold streets of New York City.

Today is fish market day.

Until next time,

Keith