Here we go again! I am drinking coffee. I overloaded it with Cremora by mistake. I had lovely dreams last night which I simply can’t remember other than they were lovely. Yesterday Lisa and I went to Rice’s Market in Solebury. We bought a pizza cutter and a cooling rack. Afterward we walked around New Hope and had lunch at Lulu’s. I tell you, as God is my witness, I shall never eat Falafel again! The first time I ate it was in Amsterdam, 1997. It layed in my stomach like a brick. I tried it again a few years later and found it to be just as horrible. For some crazy reason, I ordered it yesterday. I believe in giving things chances and there is just something about the word Falafel that I like. Regardless, it tasted like a Hippie. Or at least what I suspect a Hippie would taste like. Back at home I took Bobo for a ride in the basket of my bicycle. I also walked him over to visit Violet. Violet is such a crazy woman. She has started to subtract years from her age. She used to be 93, now she’s 90. She also talks to Bo and I just don’t know if I should answer for him or just wait for her to give up on the answer. “What do you see over there, Bobo?” “Are they feeding you good?” “Did you have a nice walk?” Sometimes I will answer, “Oh yes, we feed him soft food mixed with hard.” “We had a lovely walk.” Who knows, maybe one day Bobo will answer. “They starve me half the time, the other half I find little crumbs on the floor I enjoy.”