Last night I dreamed about a library book I checked out a long time ago. I forgot to take it back to the library, and even now it is sitting in some corner gathering dust, but I've lost track of it. By now, I must owe about $40,000 in overdue charges. The book is a collection of recipes, so old and historic that they are called "receipts" instead of recipes. Some of them include "Recipe for a Small Dish of Happiness," "A Pudding for Passion," and "Humble Pie." Someday if I ever have time, I'm going to go in search of this book and hope bookworms haven't eaten its pages. And when I do, I'm going to do more than just browse the pages. I'm actually going to go in the kitchen and whip up one of the recipes. Some day, when I find the time. . . .