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The half tab of Ambien did not work. I was sleepy, but still couldn't fall asleep. I took the other half and that seemed to do it. And I didn't eat anything in my sleep, as far as we know. I'm still horrified by the dude who apparently ate bullion cubes. bleh.

I did have a hard time getting up this morning had to fly through the shower and out the door. No coffee, or breakfast. I went to my first medical massage today. It hurt, but wasn't as bad as other massages I've had, during which the masseuse tried to turn my knots and stiffness into paste and only succeeded in making everything worse. I'm really not any more sore now than usual and I think I feel a little better. My cab driver pointed out the "best" Challah in Riverdale to me, but today being a holiday I could not get any. I will be back there twice next week and am looking forward to decent challah! yay!

After my massage I walked the mile up the road to Wave Hill, where I had an iced coffee and read the first couple of chapters of "A Wrinkle in Time." If it hadn't been for the creepy old dude next to me yelling, "You lost $100,000 and I know you needed money bad before that." it would have been perfect.

When I was buying my coffee I noticed little packages of local organic tomatoes. They were beautiful. I bought some and knew they would be dinner. Since Wave Hill is a horticultural center, it is not that weird that they have tomatoes for sale in their cafe next to the cookies.

I had to wait almost 45 minutes for my taxi home. I sat out on a sunny wall across from a temple and watched everyone walking to service. Everyone looked so happy and the children were all dressed up and skipping. I was lost in thought about my story. Every day another chunk of it becomes clear to me. I am waiting to write until I know where it is really headed because I seem to get stalled when I write half way and then don't know what is going to happen. I really don't want this to be the third novel I don't finish. and I still plan to finish the second one. I'm just working on this now for some reason.

I roasted my beautiful tomatoes, sliced in half, drizzled with olive oil and studded with Maldon salt and cracked pepper. When they were cool enough to slice I rough chopped them and threw them into a little bit of sauteed garlic. A splash of aged balsamic. Toss with pasta and freshly grated parmiggiano reggiano. So simple. So good. Some year I am going to grow my own tomatoes, roast lots of them and put them in mason jars. Nothing tastes like end of the summer ripe tomatoes. Much better than the toast I had for dinner last night.