I have just come from the Pig Out in Riverfront Park, stopping at the Synagogue to see Sally (she always under-charges me for my 20-oz., 2%, triple-shot latte; I always tip her a dollar; so it works out), and thus fortified, Ham, with whom I conversed about his being perforce (just to keep up with operating expenses) the Schauspieldirektor (Schickaneder, if you will) of the Synagogue, and about our possibly all going sailing tomorrow. Yippee. Anyway, who should I run into (I mean literaly trip on) at the Pig Out but Kristen, who was there with Donald; so the three of us walked around together sharing hush-puppies and egg-rolls, till we separated: Me for the Caribbean shrimp-wrap, and, further on, the ear of roast corn; Kristen and Donald for the pulled pork at Clinkerdagger's. All quite amicable.

For fun, last night I downloaded 'Don Quijote de la Mancha' and at the same time a wondrous complete diccionario de la lengua espanola, and I read, and faithfully looked up every word I didn't know of the first couple of pages; and then I downloaded a good English translation to see if I'd got it right. There are obscurities.