I pulled into my driveway around 6:45 AM, this morning.

I carried in a doggie bag containing half of a huge slice of lemon cake from Shapiro’s Deli on Meridian Street, downtown Indianapolis.  In my refrigerator was a pizza from Marion’s Pizza, a sweet gift from my neighbor, Mama Kay.

Marion’s pizza is the closest thing, here in Dayton, to my beloved Pizza King from Indiana.  I’ve always said that the minute Mother weened me from being breastfed, I was immediately started on Pizza King.

I solidly slept from 8:30 AM – 12:20 PM and The Quartet obliged my rest without interruption.

My lunch feast is complete!