I woke up at four

feeling like I'd slept for twelve hours, so I went down to the store and took care of some business. Ellen had made a deposit to the bank. She checked for fake bills and said she didn't find any. She's a cop who used to be a bank teller, so I figure she knows how to tell. I can't figure out yet what Weezer bought. There's no gigantic stash of books I can't sell anywhere. So it least it's no repeat of the ten boxes of the same coverless comic fiasco of a few years back. I have the nagging fear that he bought me a python and it's up in the ceiling. When I realized the bakery next door was open, I went to get some doughnuts. When I got back, Maricel had woken up and started a pot of coffee. She was padding barefoot around the kitchen in one of my Batman T-Shirts.