DIARY PAGES: Rhoda Morgenstern
I hate that - when you wake up from a nap and you don't know where you are for a minute. I'm turning into my mother. Pretty soon, I'll be putting my glasses on so that I can see you clearly while I yell at you to help me find my glasses. I guess I'm going to make some cookies and bring them to Mary and the others in the newsroom. If I double the recipe, they'll have a fighting chance of actually seeing cookies on the plate. It's good to check in, though; I haven't seen her in a bit. Gotta be a good friend to have good friends.