We had intended on going to Mass at noon at a parish different from ours, but when we got their, we realized that it was the Spanish Mass. So, we went to plan B: lunch at Chili's (I had their Margarita Lime Chicken, which is served with beans, rice and pico de gallo. Yum!), and a couple of hours hanging around at Starbucks with a couple of cups of coffee. I spent the time reading Writing The Novel by Lawrence Block. I found a first edition of it at the local used book store, among the clearance books. I find Block's mysteries to be a bit hard to get into, but his writing books are a riot.
Back to the old grind tomorrow.
