Breakfast with Catchka...

I love few things more than jazz, a steaming mug of coffee, and breakfast at a neighborhood cafe with a friend--and save for the jazz, I got it all on this mild Saturday morning. My dear, dear Catchka is in town (on a top secret mission that I shall not speak of here) and as usual she made time for moi.

So, my dear C--I salute you, for a number of reasons--too many to name in this small space. Just know that I adore you. Here's to more Saturday morning breakfasts in the future! I think you know what I mean by that...