Twenty minutes later I get out of bed, put on the kettle and shuffle into my home office to check my email. Something was screwy with my server yesterday so it was an email pile-on this morning.
But one stood out.
It was from David Kemp, the author of the book I had just dog-eared. I pinched myself to make sure I was really awake. (I was.)
He wanted advice on where he should send his friends to eat in Toronto. So I gave him my advice.
Now I'm going to go check my horoscope.