This morning Phil and I sat in front of two computers and also had phones to our ears--redialing 100 times--trying to buy Phish tickets.
Two hours and twenty minutes later I was frazzled. We all know that the best remedy for all sorts of malady's, including depression and frazzledness, is work, so I started to clean the kitchen. And then, since I am a little bit ADD I decided to put my letter in the mailbox. And then, still ADDing I took a walk in the sun. And then, my friend Pam just happened to drive by and snatched me from my distraction and jitterness and we went to Gloria's Little Italy. 
Gloria's has moved. They are now on the corner of University Ave and Center Street in Provo. They have done a fine job of decorating...
...and, even though they were out of eggplant Parmesan--my favorite, the minestrone soup was very good.
I told Pam to let me take her picture. 1st attempt.
2nd attempt. That's one of the things I love about Pam. She obliges my every whim. 
We sat in the sun--Gloria's glorious bit of sun.
In the summer we will go back and order gelato. Every flavor.
Pam talked all sorts of smartness, giving me much to think about and now, of course, I can't remember half of it so I hope she stays true to her assignment and puts it all in an email.What are the odds of my stopping in the middle of my clean-till-you-drop frenzy to mail a letter and THEN take a walk so I would still be outside when Pam drove by? And why did she drive by at the exact minute when I was outside? You may all disagree but I think the Holy Ghost nudged both of us because I needed my feathers smoothed and needed a sympathetic friend because I wasn't totally successful at ticket procuring and I felt bad.
The Phish tickets are for Lord Bumhampton and his charming wife, Nurse Giggleswitch. They are taking a road trip this summer and will go to some Phish concerts and see some of the US of A.
And by the looks of the Phish calendar front page, they will have a great time, even if we didn't get all the tickets they wanted.
