Decided to go on rainy day luxury food expedition to W. Springfield. Went & checked out the horribly relocated Table & Vine (tempting to write that with stress marks), restocked on cheap wine, fancy cheese, olive oil, Tanzanian coffee. Braved crossing Witch Path en route to Rein's for bagels & c. Sorely tempted to get pistachio cake for estranged pals, better judgement got ahold of better nature & beat it into submission, not all that interested in frightening, offending; getting yelled at, maybe stabbed.

Got one anyway, for myself, I suppose, though if you'd like it, it's yours, as am I & all I possess, for that matter. Feel free to let yourself in & help yourself to any of that.

Ah, pistachio cake, 3D molecular visualizations, challenge, emotional fulfillment, no doubt well shut of such tawdry baubles.