Yesterday my mother had a doctor's appointment which took up part of my day. I'd brought along a book to read in the waiting room, but in a moment of confusion, as I left home, I forgot my glasses. So I did lots of squinting to make out the words, and lots of positioning of the pages to get better light. There was a delay in the appointment, so the visit was twice as long as I'd anticipated.

(BTW - The book was "Los Alamos" by Joseph Kanon. In early 1945, a security guard is murdered at Los Alamos, New Mexico, near the site of the development of the first atomic bomb. It appears the guard was murdered while engaging in sex in a park. An intelligence officer from Washington, Michael Connolly, arrives to investigate and quickly concludes that the sex aspect was a cover up. He set out to seek clues among a brilliant group of scientist engaged in the world's most secret project. At its best, the story superbly re-creates this world that includes one of the past century's most enigmatic and charismatic individuals - Robert Oppenheimer.)

After I dropped momsy off, it was almost 1:30, and I was ready for lunch. I stopped at a recently-opened location of a national restaurant chain. I ordered a Cajun fish dish, then sat and noted my fellow diners. A motley crowd indeed. One table held a contigent of what appeared to be evangelicals - women with tighly wound hair, long dresses and no makeup; overweight men in polyester short-sleeve dress shirts. To my left, a noisy man babbled about IPOs, venture capital and business plans. Several times, the elderly man in front of me extracted his wallet from his left back pocket using his right hand - a procedure that seemed curious. He was soon replaced by two young male business hustlers whose conversation was so vacuous, I don't remember a single word. (The kind of guy who after waking up in the morning reaches for his cell phone instead of his dick.)

Lunch arrived, and as expected was very spicy. After the first few bites, it could have been cardboard or filet of rat, because all I could taste was the spice. For dessert, I ordered a blondie with ice cream in hopes of killing the aftertaste - no luck, though.

At the end of the day when I got home, I did a few necessary chores, and then went to bed, fell asleep and woke up at 10. No doubt, the low-minded bitchiness I was exhibiting in the restaurant was due to fatigue.

Today was a non-entity. Nothing interesting caught my attention. Not one unusual thing happened. No exciting mail. Zilch. As Miss Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day!"

PAX!