You know how it is when you go to sleep at 9pm and wake up at midnight and then make cookies for a couple of hours and read a book you had NO BUSINESS taking out because your TBR pile is already taller than you are in heels--supposing you wore heels, which you have not since 1983 or so--but, come on!, it's a book about diagramming sentences so you're excused and then you feel a little sleepy around 5am so you go back to bed and wake up, read the paper, start the roast, and feel just great? That's me. We're going next door for dessert, the neighbors invited us yesterday. I made excellent chocolate chip cookies, transcendent spice cookies (using the mystery syrup from NC), and some horrible little fruit things that no one but me will eat. They are quite ugly and they taste like dried fruit and nuts ground together, which is pretty much what they are. Time to poke the potatoes!