Asked Jerome to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff. They've been doing good business, selling food on a take-out-only basis.

Night chores.

Brought out the trash.

Thought of making it brandy night after that long, hot sojourn at the center today, but settled for a bowl of potato chips and a tall glass of iced dalandan fruit soda, which certainly perked me up.

And now my favorite part of the day--snuggling in bed for the night, this time still with Agatha Christie.