cooking_breakfast_part_viii Xotchl Having stayed up all night long listening to the static charge of the waning moon, I climb back over the wall just outside my house and break in through the bathroom window. Because of my recent encounter with mugwumps I am still a little dazed and find that I have entered the wrong house. Slowly, carefully, i creep upstairs to examine this dwelling for evidence of life. Finding none i slink back down to the kitchen where I begin the morning ritual... 090210 what's it to you? who go blather from