So there I was, with my Vermont Green Mountain brand coffee, freshly brewed in my "butch" Adirondack blue enamel coffee pot (God, is it me, or do I sound like a reverse Mrs. Bucket from Keeping Up Appearences?) sipping coffee out of my Star Trek beaker that I just got from the Presbyterian church's rummage sale...wishing ferverently for a bit of cake or a cookie (biscuit).

Then, I hear the door slam downstairs, and my landlady yelling up at me--seems they had a birthday party across the road at their place, and she brought me over a piece of cake. Isn't that lovely? I think that's lovely.

And...oh gosh...am I ever so happy now...who needs winning the lottery, when we've got smooth jazz, good coffee, a rainy night, contented (read: quiet) cats...and cake!!! Yeah!!! Par-ty!!!