I hope you’re not hungry. Because I was hungry when I arrived at the doorstep of a perfect little cafe, only to find it closed on this unlikely morning. I’m not even sure what I wanted, since it was a dinner menu I was reading that made my tummy grumble. At this early hour, it’s strange that braised short ribs and polenta sounded so good. Maybe I should not have gone to bed last night without dinner, and my food brain was a little confused.

Should I go home and eat cereal? I don’t know if that will help. Should I go home and cook an extravagant dinner? Breakfast for dinner is sometimes a fun thing, but dinner for breakfast? Hmm. Unless it’s cold pizza, I am skeptical. Weird thoughts.

This Monday is a weird Monday. Things are a little out of balance. Maybe it was the idea of comfort food that was so appetizing. Did you hear about the pillowfight at Pike Place Market this weekend? That’s bizarre. And how about snow in late March? How about the super-weirdness of Hillary Clinton exposed in a foreign policy lie by none other than Sinbad? What’s with you today? What’s with today today?