What's to Be Seen

Taking a short outing to the Farmers' Market seems to have helped relieve the nasty headache I've had all week. Quite possibly it was the ice cream sandwich: coffee hazelnut sorbet between two fabulously vegan ginger cookies. At any rate, I am no longer as cross-eyed.

Which reminds me of a strange hymn my childhood best friend used to sing in her (Protestant) church: Gladly, the cross-eyed bear. What a scandal for someone being raised in the Catholic faith, but how wonderful to sing about animals!