Good Start

For 9 a.m. on a Monday, things are off to a good start. First stop was at the dry cleaners. Nancy was conked out under a quilt. I always thought she was a sleeper. Friends all reported for duty at the gym. Now that I'm on my second cup of coffee, I'm contemplating answering all of these e-mails. There's a retirement reception at lunch today, and the honoree has some dietary restrictions. I'm really considering a pre-lunch lunch.