Here's where I went for breakfast one morning when I had a migraine coming on and didn't feel like cooking but thought hot and plentiful food might solve the problem. It didn't; I had to take a pill anyway.

My suite here has often been rented out, even by the week. Magnetted to the fridge is a piece of paper that states the name of the house is "Mountainside" and going on to list all the things to do in this area as well as where the best shopping is. This is where the restaurant above comes in, as the paper says they have a great breakfast special for $3.99. The paper must be old, because the special is now $5.99.

The café is in an old mini-mall where I have been doing my grocery shopping and making use of the drugstore, bakery, deli, and a little bargain shop that houses a tiny post office, where I always have to stand in line before getting to the counter. There is also a doctor's office and a winemaker's supply store. This is the closest retail outlet to where we live and near the corner where I pick up the boys from their bus stop in the afternoons.

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Tonight is my first singing class! Hm ... the head cold I suffered with for the past two days has moved down into my throat, so my voice is deep, but oh well, I can still carry a tune. I guess I'll go, if I'm not too burnt out by suppertime. I'll have to make a point of taking a nap this afternoon.

Afternoon nap. Makes me sound like an old grampa. Or a toddler. I'll call it a siesta instead; that's better. Not that I'll sleep. Hell no. After laying there an hour, and when I'm just about to drop off, I'll have to get up and pee. Every frigging time.

The class is for people just like me, who love to sing but don't enjoy performing. There should be about 10 people in it; it goes 12 weeks, and is called Closet and Shower Singers. Doesn't that sound perfect? It won't include four-part harmonies, which disappoints me some, but hey, it's a start.