Cheese!

I love the St. James Cheese shop on Prytania. Yesterday, I went there and bought three different little wedges, one super-stinky, one creamy sheep's milk gorgonzola and one slightly smoky gouda. The Research Scientist came over and we made cheese plates with Spanish chirizo, olives and thick wedges of tomato. Washed it down with a nice Malbec from Argentina. Oh, cheese is a wonderful thing.

I've been trying to get into contact with Sunshine to see how life is now that she's temporary living with her Japanese mother, Sun (pronounced "soon"), but I haven't been able to reach her. Does anybody know what's the haps? Has she begun only communicating via short wave radio again? Has she been kidnapped by that evil Noland woman, the one with the twins and the red wine stained fingertips? Did Knarf get hungry and try to eat her? Could it be that she's frustrated that she doesn't speak Japanese and is immersing herself in that language to the point where she refuses to speak on the phone to people who would have the audacity to call her and try to speak English?

Inquiring minds want to know.