My father's recipe for creamy scrambled eggs, made with cream cheese stirred in, helped me modify the Gordon Ramsay scrambled eggs that a friend tweeted this morning, since I have no crème fraîche in the house and didn't feel like a (likely fruitless anyway) grocery run first thing. It actually wouldn't surprise me if Wegmans had crème fraîche. I bet Leslie or Mark knows. I'll ask them.
Today, the laptop is set up in the dining room so I'm not tempted to turn on the TV for now. I've got some web work and writing ahead of me, the web work mostly focusing on the recently resurrected Alan Rose music web site, and the writing mostly for TidBITS, one piece on an upcoming software release and another on the seemingly inexplicable and confounding (to me) tendency of otherwise intelligent people to refer to technology products by something that isn't their name.
I may also go get ingredients later today for tomorrow's shepherd's pie, celebrating the onset of St. Patrick's Season, as it were. I hear Hoboken held its ludicrously mis-scheduled annual St. Patrick's Day yesterday, so I no longer feel quite so silly observing the day a week and a half early. (Still to come, that most non-Irish of observances, corned beef and cabbage.)