Early Risers

Breakfast at La Note

Today we celebrated the anniversary of our first date, which we do every year,  usually with a lunch, which is what we did 36 years ago.  But lunch wasn't going to be convenient today, and I woke up very early and thought, what the hell, let's go out to breakfast.  Somewhere fun, somewhere French.

We drove through the streets of downtown Berkeley, which were pretty much deserted except for sad, muttering street people and the yellow-windbreaker city employees who keep an eye on them.  We were the first customers at  La Note restaurant.  Even the parking meters weren't up and about--no fee until 9 am.  Our waitress spoke with a French accent. The food was delicious.  We came home and booked a cruise to Alaska.

That's right.  Another trip, and another cruise.  Those who read my May 2011 trip blog know our disillusionment with cruises, but we want to look at glaciers and we don't want to drive and we want comfort and we want to be waited on.  Age and laziness, plus another glossy Oceania Cruise Line brochure, colluded.  We're booked for summer 2013.  There's a 2-for-1 deal and a half-price only deposit until March 31.

Besides, yesterday we spent all afternoon doing our taxes. Jerry's face tells the story.

Doing the taxes: Always an interlude of marital bliss