This was the first morning I could really sleep in since before I left on vacation, so I was disappointed when I woke up at 8:00 am. I could have got up then, but didn't. It took some determination to sleep for another hour and a half, but I was up to the task. When I really make up my mind, I can sleep almost any morning away.

It's just too bad I can't do as well at night. Some people can sleep whenever they want to. With me, I can only sleep when I really, really shouldn't. Monday mornings would be perfect if I didn't have to wake up until noon. Ten, anyway.

I pretty much made up my mind early in the day that I was going to enjoy my Saturday the best way I know how. That, of course, means getting just enough work done to say that I got some work done. Anything else is gravy. Today's gravy involved washing the rest of the marina dust off my car. The once-over I gave it Tuesday didn't do much good.

And I did have to make one quick trip to the post office. It's a short jaunt there and back, and you'd think it would be stress-free. As usual, it wasn't, and for the second day in a row I had to use my Special Driving Language close to home. It's a good thing I have air conditioning and can keep the windows up. That makes singing (and other things) as private as they should be (in my case, anyway, since I don't do them very well).

Speaking of special languages, Mom and I went to a play called "The Foreigner" last night at the junior college. It's apparently a very successful off-Broadway and community theater play, but I'd never seen it before and didn't really know what to expect. It was Mom's second time seeing it, and she laughed as hard as I did.

It's a culture-clash comedy, a hilarious farce with a warm, tender heart. It's a beautiful character study of a man with no personality, a blank slate who finds out who he is by the way others treat him. He finds himself among strangers who have nothing in common with him, and in the end it's the best thing that ever happened to him.

I love any story of people accepting each other and making room in their lives for one another. Anything that expands the definition of family is okay by me. We all need each other, whether we know it or not, and a shared experience like this feels nothing but good.

And (did I mention?) it's so funny and so uniquely structured that I'd happily see it again.