My brain is short-circuiting today. Not one full and coherent thought has been produced. So, I’m sorry, but all I’ve got right now are a bunch of disjointed and not terribly important nuggets. Or maybe more like morsels, since I keep thinking about baking. You know, holidays and all. Or just Mondays in general.
I’ll stick with food for a minute (well, forever). You may remember my quest to visit Eataly. Well, I went and it was fantastically odd.
Would I do my grocery shopping there? No, not at $32/bottle for olive oil. But I’ll gladly return to consume their wine and eat delicious cheese. In fact, I’m going back next week — after all, it wouldn’t be a fair assessment without hitting the gelato.
Moving on to religion, naturally (shouldn’t it always follow cheese, wine and ice cream?). My in-laws informed us over the weekend that the church where we were married in Manhattan has been bestowed the distinct and apparently rare-ish honor of Basilica status. What this means will take a better Catholic than me to explain but I do love Old St Patrick’s — lots of history there, both for New York City and for Fordeville. Plus I think our marriage might be more binding now. I told P now he’s really stuck with me. You don’t mess with Basilica vows.
Back on the fury ranch, my commentary on AT&T’s inability to carry a decent signal was apparently not an anomaly. Today, Consumer Reports came out with the results of their survey on wireless carriers, where AT&T came in dead last. The PR gal in me felt pretty bad for my flack counterparts in their shop — those are surely not fun questions to field from the press — but not without some Schadenfreude.
OK, we’ve covered food, church and phones — I think we’re good for now. Sorry you had to be on the receiving end of my randomness. Let’s hope full brain functionality and thought connectivity is restored tomorrow. Maybe I need a baked good to get me back on track.