Well, I went to the post office for the first time in 10 days, and had a Walmart bag stuffed with mail, about 2/3 junk mail. I have to go in my office and shred and separate it all out and make out some bills tomorrow. I had just started on that task today when the lights went out. Probably a limb brushing against a power line in the woods somewhere. I phoned Singing River Electric and they soon had it back on. I keep a land line phone handy to plug in and use just for calling Singing River.

About that time Dottie phoned and we talked for an hour. Or shall I say, she talked. And talked. I intercept once in a while with an uh huh, or wow or really, and she just talks over me. When she's got it all out, it's bye till the next marathon.

All that time we were on the phone, I'd been craving a yellow cake with chocolate peanut butter frosting. My mother invented the marriage of chocolate and peanut butter long before Reese's did. Make a yellow cake, poke holes in it and pour that chocolatey peanut butter frosting over it and you have a gooey cakey concoction. When I was growing up, Ma would make one of those cakes and we'd eat it while it was still warm. I don't think one of those cakes ever hung aroung long enough to cool off.

Soon as the lights came back on and Dottie had her talk out, I made one. I called my cousin to come get half of it--I have no need for that much cake, y'know? Well, maybe one more teeny slice and a glass of milk, and I'm turning in. Sleep well everyone.

susil