Why do I need a nap? Perhaps the sharp increase in my social activity has taken its toll. Tuesday, Justin hosted the first barbecue of 2002: We broke in the $9.99 grill with juicy vegetable kabobs; congratulated our host on his latest minute of fame on NPR; and clabbered milk for mango lassis. Wednesday, Cap'n Tom joined E. and me for dinner, regaling us with salty tales of Canadian commando-pirates on the high seas, and intrigue in the "ed boat" industry. Tonight I'll meet Andrew at Nanny O'Brien's to catch up over a pint or two.