morning time

no matter what time i get to sleep, i end up waking up at 530 with the sun. note to self: get curtains on the windows.

Yesterday discovered a magical place: cold stone creamery. For those of you reading along in New England (and are older than 20 years old) it is just like Steve's Ice Cream over on Thayer Street. Except here, the staff has to sing every time you give them a tip, which i find not just mortifying, but demoralizing for the staff. My first creation: a pint of coffee with almonds, peanut butter cups and snickers bars.