More movies later in the week. Tonight: homebody. Salad leftovers awaiting me, to go with something I'll concoct (or defrost).
Maybe just peanut butter on toasted English muffin. That sounds real good just now. And maybe a beer! Yes, yes. I hardly ever think of beer. Pretty sure there's a cold one of these in the fridge door:
![[pic, Rolling Rock]](https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v492/fflo/rock.png)
Pondering peanut butter was reminding me of a sandwich on a menu I'd recently perused, but I couldn't remember for a minute where it was, or even whether it was in a dream. I like the idea of reading menus in my dreams. But now I recall that it was a menu posted on the front window of the Jefferson Market, which is reopening soon.
I'm super-foggy. About time to get the heck outta the office.
Fooooooooood.