I spent a week training myself to wake up early so we could get a good start in Grand Isle, and now I keep finding myself up at ungodly hours. It won't last once Chris gets his restaurant open*, but for now, I suppose it is all right for gardening purposes.

It leaves me cranky, though, so maybe this is a good time to address that shiny new New Orleans show, Treme. People keep asking me what I think of it, and my friend Adrienne suggested in a Facebook note about it that I should write for them,