Well, sea, congrats on getting the rental house repairs done. That must be a major weight off your shoulders. The "Project" living arrangements sure don't sound like much fun.
Egg McMuffin and pizza for breakfast -- wow, I'm envious.
So what did you do for dinner in the end tonight? And that also reminds me to ask: do you like the East Bay Crab House in Navarre at all? We haven't been in a couple of years for various reasons, and had mixed feelings about the place the few times we did go. For one thing, the salad situation was insultingly chintzy, not a good tone to set.
Believe it or not, we went to the New Yorker for supper (just salads tonight), and I mentioned you to our fave server, Christian. He's pretty sure he's the one who, though not your server, brought the pizza to your table on Wednesday night. He seemed to clearly remember you, described you a little bit (though of course I couldn't confirm what you looked like). Said he'd look for you next week. You can always ask for him if desired - he's usually pretty good, works hard, though he's under some personal stress right now re living arrangements. Long story.
But before I forget, I wanted to address your comment about the pedestals the pizza is served on. Not sure what your real problem with them was -- was it the materials of construction, or just the fact of pedestals at all? (And yes, yes, I know it wasn't a true problem.) Certainly they're a big help in not taking up much table-top space where it's already quite limited. I should go back and read that prior post of yours, but it's late and I'm headed for bed. Pardon me if I misunderstood what you said.
I find it far easier to talk about pizza pedestals than politics right now. I'm sure I'm not alone in that sentiment.