Today was just work. But yesterday was fun. My best friend turned 60. He works at a local hotel and every month a jazz singer (an older black lady) drives up from Manhatten to do a Sunday brunch gig. So we made that the birthday. Patricia Adams sang John a special happy birthday. We drank strawberry mimosas, ate brunch, and had a grand time. We were the last to leave, but it wasn't our fault. The last guest came with a cake. You gotta have cake, right?