Like most hangover mornings, I was eventually visited by a burst of energy, so I went to take Sophie for a walk in the park down on the north bank of the Huron River. I saw a figure sleeping on a park bench and thought it rather odd. A small class of fly fishers were out in the field practicing their casting techniques, having left most of their stuff on the beach of the river. Sophie ran up to one of their suitcases and immediately pissed all over it, even though I was pleading for her not to. One of the fly fisher people shouted, "She didn't pee on it did she?" I just shrugged my shoulders in embarrassment and hurried on, not knowing what else to do. Hangover had stripped me of the necessary mental resources to deal with this matter in a responsible fashion.

I immediately set off by bicycle for the University of Michigan, but couldn't find Matt anywhere. I eventually went down to a rustic little bike shop in the fratty business district along South University and bought a locking cable and shifting cable for my blue Schwinn. I tried to get the shifting cable to work with my bike but it was designed for a much shorter piece of cable housing and I'll need to improvise in the presence of more tools than my crescent wrench.

When we finally got out of bed, I made some garlic bread, which we ate while Kim rooted around in the closet finding relics from her career as a teacher of fourth graders in San Francisco. She has an impressive collection of children's art.