It's 11:13 pm

It's almost quarter after eleven and I've got a real urge for the crab legs from Joe's Stone Crab House in Miami. Have you ever been there?

I'm looking at the size of my stomach and wondering if perhaps I'm pregnant. I think I need to go to Miami. While I'm there, I will certainly stop for a late lunch on the veranda of the Clevelander, where they have (or had) a baked brie and fruit plate which is also really something.