Breakfast, July 1

First night in the new place and I couldn't sleep. Partly because of the courtyard fountain that kept me up and partly because of the nightmare that my mom's car was getting towed.

I'd parked in a museum lot across the street, thinking it would just be for a few minutes. A poor choice, as when I returned to get the car, a gate closed off the lot and was secured with a heavy chain and padlock. Several large "We Will Tow" signs oppressively beamed down from the cement walls.

So I woke up every hour on the hour to check to see if it was unlocked; finally at 7:30 a.m. mom's Volvo was set free. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to the Farmer's Market. I'm hoping the Farmer's Market can be a seasonal replacement for my Whole Foods fix.

I got four fresh baked muffins, a dozen free-range eggs, a bag of spinach, cherries, tomatos, a pepper, two cucumbers, garlic, string beans, and shallots (that got lost between the market and my kitchen). When I got back, H&D were awake, so we noshed on muffins and I made some iced tea. Delicious! A new Sunday morning tradition, I think.