I am sad to say that I've been up since 3:50am. Jack must have been having one heck of a vivid dream, because he called out loudly, urgently and repeatedly for about five minutes before quieting down. I, however, was never able to get back to it. Sh&*(*&$#t. Anyway, the adrenaline has finally kicked in and I've got two enormous pots of jambalaya simmering away on the stove. I'm about to make a batch of ginger-spiced molasses cookies and then some chocolate oatmeal cookies and then some brownies. I'll keep you posted, but send me good vibes of alertness and energy today! Also a magic fridge that is like Mary Poppins' purse. Presently, there is mujaddara for 20, a vat of leek confit and 6 pounds of boxed lettuces in there. Needless to say, it's full to the brim.