notes from the coffeeshop

There is an adorable, three-year-old (or so) boy who, a few minutes ago, found out from his dad that he could get a scoop of chocolate ice cream. He then promptly started dancing around the shop and announcing to each table of strangers, "I've got chocolate ice cream--I've got chocolate ice cream!"

It is really hot outside (90 degrees, if you believe my car's thermometer), but deliciously cool in here.

My goal is to read at least two plays here. Current stats: three acts down, seven to go.