Chicken and Cold Air

Readers of my good friend and gracious host Brandon's blog, Where the Sweet Olive Grows, have by now learned of our last few days sequestered in his hot box of an apartment due to the malfunction of the air conditioner. While Mother Nature was kind enough to keep the temperatures in the low 80's it's been very difficult to enjoy a peaceful night's sleep--I was up at 3:30 this morning and could not get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

Thankfully, Brandon's landlady was dilligent in getting the matter resolved, and I'm delighted to report that the AC has been restored. I've never considered myself the possessor of a delicate constitution, but it was sweet relief to feel cold air pouring out of the vents.

So it's been a productive day. We went to Rouse's to make groceries, then went down the street to Lil' Dizzy's cafe for lunch. This is one of those long-time New Orleans establishments that features lots of celebrity photos on the walls and delicious food. We both enjoyed fried chicken and I'm finally beginning to crawl out of the diabetic coma induced by the sweet tea.

Now it's time for a quick disco nap before heading to work. Nothing luxurious about the Crazy Lobster, but it's a means to an end until the Roosevelt gets things put together.