About an hour ago, J texted me that she was on her way back from a store call in Williamsburg. I am excited about that. We can go eat, may be at a place that has a weekend brunch.

While she was gone, I slept some, my legs elevated. My lower back hurts, most likely from overexertion. I could sleep some more. But I need to eat first. I believe we should go to Bone Fish Girl. I want to see that sexy black lady with the green highlights in her hair. Asia is the name she uses. It might be her real name, might not. Yesterday we had a server named Chelsea, a very lithe young woman with a boy’s haircut. She was channeling Audrey Hepburn, 1950’s vintage, and masterfully pulling it off.

Note To Self: Stop “falling in love” with servers at restaurants.