Jeff was over for a surprise weekday drop-in yesterday. Not to make light of your situation, Jeffy, but we sure like friends without jobs. We sat around in sunglasses (the boy in vintage Gucci) until we were hungry, and then I was sad to discover very little food in the house. Still, it’s some kind of miracle what can happen with some penne, a couple of handfuls of grape tomatoes, some herby goat cheese, and a lot of black pepper. But, now, truly, there is nothing to eat, and I have a hankering for chicken soup.