Including tomatoes in this category: home-grown, so sweet that they could be considered fruit. I don't like the smell of the plant (it's a nightshade variety, you know) but the fruit itself is delightful

Trader Joe's is piled high with the lovely fruits of summer and I came home with cherries, melon, figs, peaches and several salads. Though I bought nuts, too, I'll have to wait until the stitches in my mouth are taken out before I can eat any.

My favorite breakfast of all time is a handful of unsalted raw nuts, a hunk of cheese and a piece (or two or three) of fruit. I mean, can you eat just one cherry? I thought not. Neither can I.

Tonight there's a restaurant dinner with the Vegetarian Dining Club on offer. I really don't care for restaurant vegetarian foods--faux meat, sauces heavy in sugar and oil, lots of carbs. But I go for the community aspect, not the food. We've been to this particular Thai restaurant before, and I think I'll eat dinner before I go, because I really don't care for the food.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE good Thai food; this restaurant is too American, too willing to cater to taste buds craving sugar, fat, and salt. I like my foods as au naturel as possible with just a soupcon of sauce or herbs. And lots of garlic and onion, oh yeah.

Between breakfast and dinner, there's a lovely day ahead, nursing my swollen jaw and reading to my heart's content. Pottering in the garden, feeding the birds, catching up on the news, doing a number of small tasks, as well.

Life is good. Honestly.