Trillian and I went out to the Bishop's Collar this morning for brunch. We saw Maud Rocker and Bälthäzär Höbknöbblër there looking very stylish and beseiged by well-wishers. There was some sort of sporting event going on as well and the Bishop was filled to his cassock with rowdy pre-noon drunks waving pennants and cheering for a score favorable to their besotted betting.
We sat outside where the nip in the air reassured me that summer has finally left the city. Goodbye summer.
Afterwards I popped on over to Whole Foods to see if Tristan was working (yes), said hello, picked up some Gorilla Munch, and enjoyed a bit of a walk down to the Rodan museum.