I'm in Logan airport racing against the credit card clock. As of this period --->. I have 4 min, 48 seconds remaining. Today I did my reading at Brown, where a couple gave me a chocolate chip muffin after asking me if I spoke French. I speak very, very elementary French, but I guess they decided to gift me the pastry anyway. After the Newton reading I was given shrimp in some sort of fancy glaze, which I guess bests the muffin quality-wise, but the muffin seemed to truly be from the heart. And when things come from the heart, how can you possibly put a price on them?
And now, I'm off to use my remaining 3 minutes to check TV listings for the week. Can't start fresh Monday if you don't know what's swirling in the cable hot tub Tuesday through Sunday.