Weekends off are a rare treat. Even more rare than, say . . . actually being able to take a vacation without being zapped here or there for some galaxy rending emergency. Gotta love my life.

So - it's Friday night and I'm grinning like a fool. Know why? I'll tell you why - because Friday night at Daniel's means breakfast at Daniel's on Saturday morning . . . and if I've been very good and the fates of the universe see fit - it means Sunday morning for a repeat. How good is that?

Now, there are just a few things about this that would probably surprise most people. The first is that Daniel sleeps in hospital scrubs . . . well, the bottoms anyway. You'd think he'd sleep naked with a 'house guest,' wouldn't you? Nope - not him. He'll wake up in the middle of the night just to go put on a pair of scrubs. I asked him why one time - I should've known better. He says that in case there's ever a fire he won't have to run into the street bare-assed naked. It's a strange logic. I guess that's why I started keeping my most comfortable pair of sweatpants there. I know, I know . . . he could talk a fish into buying water if he put his mind to it.

Second thing that's surprising - Daniel's got a thing with food, and I don't mean for eating. Well . . . he does enjoying eating food . . . it's what he likes to use as a plate that would surprise you. I'm glad to say I happen to be Daniel's favorite place setting. When Daniel brags to people that he had a gourmet meal and got to bring out the bone china . . . yeah, I knew you'd get the joke. And the things that man can do with a crepe . . . what, you think you can only wrap those things around fruit?

I better get moving - I certainly don't want to be late tonight. Daniel mentioned something about heating up a couple of hot dogs . . . I'm thinking he doesn't mean the Oscar Mayer kind . . .