Nothing to report.  All quiet on the mid-town front.  I did stop by the Brooksider last night for a bit of a diversion.  Donette is home sick so I didn’t want to catch anything.  No real excitement at the ol’ Brooksider, which is a good thing.  Probably stayed a little longer than necessary but I found myself at a good table so I decided to hang out for a while.  “Good table” is a phrase I use to describe a rather inexact combination of patrons, staff, time of day, menu specials, and sometimes weather.  It’s actually a rather rare occurrence so I’m compelled to take advantage of it when the opportunity presents itself.