Friday, December 9, 2011.
A Lost Day, Without Even A Drink.
I awakened at around nine with no aftereffects of last night's seven courses and six wines, nor of the Sazerac I had while signing books at the Roosevelt. But I worked at a slower-than-average pace. I stayed home for the radio show, and when it ended I was entirely uninclined to go out to dinner. I toasted my last slice of pizza in the freezer, took an extra nap, then tried to get some of my weekend writing done. I have three book signings Saturday and Sunday, all on the South Shore.
The best part of my evening was listening to Christmas jazz on a Pandora channel I've been refining for a few years.
It's over three years since a day was missed in the Dining Diary. To browse through all of the entries since 2008, go here.
