In honor of the French financing the American Revolution, I just had cafe au lait and a crusty fresh bread with perserves for ma petit dejeuner. (OK, it wasn’t preserves, it’s marmalade, so I got the Brits all representing up in the house, too.)

Man, for this kind of tranquility and rest, I should have mooned people at work long ago or done something (something non-violent, that is). (Woke up thinking “Sweet, Sunday of a long-weekend.” Then I remembered “Doh, long weekend? They don’t want you back.”)

By the way, been playing around with my phonecam gallery more, now that the permissions, etc. have been straightened out with my hosting company.