Woke up this Sunday morning to the sounds of a jackhammer after only four? five? hours of sleep... opened up the ruby red grapefruit I was planning on eating this morning to find it all pith (and not vaguely ruby)... I've never seen such a sad grapefruit and I went to college in Ohio. Now I'm stumbling around trying to get my head straight... so much to do and yet no juice... so sad that my breakfast is looking like the metaphor for my week.