At 6:30 this morning, I was roused from my slumber by a car horn beeping outside my window. My first thought, of course, was, Oh shoot! I slept all the way through Sunday and it’s now Monday morning and Ms. M is here to pick me up and I’m still in bed. Ach! I’ve never…

Tomorrow or Thursday, I’m expecting a call from a pork butcher in the Italian Market informing me that my eyes are ready. The butcher gets 10 pigs delivered each Wednesday, and the eyes usually go to a local hospital or ophthalmology school where doctors practice operating on them. But this week, I called dibs first,…