I woke up this morning with a pea-sized pebble of a migraine (pronounced "mee-grain" by my British friends). I pretended like it really wasn't there, and got up at 6:30 a.m. Made banana-walnut muffin dough, walked over to the Mercantile.
Warmed up the oven, discovered that it runs 50 degrees cold, adjusted, and put them in to bake.
Went back home and picked up the tray of granola that I made last night; came back and set the table for 8.
Talked to Kurt while he baked, then fried, potatoes. Set up coffee, water, tea.
Chatted with fabulous guests Joe and Beth, and then the Rabbits started to arrive. Tony, Lily, Juan, Amy and Joly all came for breakfast.
Talked for over an hour, washed a gazillion dishes, and finished just in time to run our trash into Rutledge in Joe's truck. Huh? Is this another weird Dancing Rabbit quirk - some people take their dog for a walk, the Rabbits take their trash for a drive? Hardly. It seems that the trash company is afraid of our "gravel" - i.e. mud - road, and refuses to drive on it to collect our trash. The unfortunate thing is that they never TELL us when they're not coming, so our stinky, smelly trash piles up a la Sarah Silvia Cynthia Stout:
Had lunch at Zimmerman's cafe (broccoli cheese soup), came home and put a load of sheets/towels in the washer. Finally admitted that it was indeed a migraine, took some fabulous drugs ("better living through chemistry") and took a two-hour nap.
Arrived at the Mercantile in time to greet Jeff McIntyre-Strausberg already blogging in the Mercantile. I'm here now drinking pots of Peace Coffee and blogging. Anthony returns tonight, so we'll no longer have to think about what to eat - it will just magically appear. Sigh. more soon!