There are new faces at the Big Table, the long Mission-style table at the C & P today. Madeleine is Latin American, she plays violin here periodically with her group Correo Aereo, which means "Air Mail" in Spanish. She hosts lively groups of musicisans and dancers here and other restaurants throughout the city.

She played Keep Away with a tennis ball with Addy, Cameron's (the wife and co-owner, with her husband, and the "C" in C & P), Australian Heeler, who is usually very aloof, but she loves Madeleine and greets her with yelps of joy every time she comes in.

I played a little with Addy myself, who also has a passion for gloves, and if you let her, will take them right off your hands, with little nips on the fingers, careful not hurt, but determined to get those gloves and run away with them, teasing just a little to get you to follow her.

I discovered that when George, the barista, told me why she was nipping at my gloved fingers.

So, i bring in my grungiest, oldest pairs of gloves. Once I donated a pair, but they disappeared quickly.

I have to call about the phone bill, it's been keeping me awake nights, but if I have to choose between the phone and food, and apparently i do, then I choose food every time.

John is still staying with me, because he has no place else to go, we need to find him a place. I meant to call about that, but right now the phone is dead, not because of the bill, but the cordless phone itself just died. Oh, well, if it's not one thing, it's six others. Sigh.