Here I am back again. I can't sleep, so may as well sit down at the table.

Jerry- your boyhood appetite reminds me of my older brother. He used to drive me right up the wall and over the fence simply by taking food off my plate whenever he was within arm's length of my plate. Never knew he was doing it (so he said), but managed to down several sandwiches, cookies, and such as easily as a herring gull steals fries from the summer people.

My dad used to eat all of my burned cookies. He claimed he liked them that way. I noticed he managed to enjoy my unburned cookies just fine once I learned to keep an eye on the cookies in the oven instead of reading my book.

After years of being unable to write and remember songs because of the ravages of migraines, I'm turning out songs and poems right and left. What a blessing, and how grateful I am to find myself polishing off a new one tonight.

Thanks for the snacks, Jerry and Peter!

maeve