Woke up. Took car to radiator repair shop on South Congress. Thought twice about it when I couldn't be sure the guy knew what I was asking for. Waited on the trusty old Capitol Metro No. 1. Took it all the way to the Drag. Bought a newspaper at 7-11. Had a grande cappuccino next door at the Little City coffee house. Had some smokes and read the paper. Borrowed a pen from the girl behind the counter and did the crosswords. Called an old friend on what would have been his grandmother's 92nd birthday. Talked to my real estate agent. Talked to my eldest brother. Walked up to El Patio, which was once said to be Lady Bird's favorite Tex-Mex restaurant in town. Hung around for a few minutes. Watched some delivery guys loafing and goofing around in the loading area of the liquor store next door. Went inside the restaurant when the pretty hostess opened up. Asked her if they still bring out the saltines, to which she said only on request. Told her I'd want tortilla chips, anyway, but she brought me out a little packet of saltines for old times' sake. Heard bells tolling on a TV out of my line of sight. Sensed some excitement among the people in the other dining area. Intuited that habemus papam. Told the pretty hostess that I would like to be able to see the TV at the same time my brother came in. Moved to a better table and watched the coverage from St. Peter's Square. Had the beef enchiladas. Watched Pope Benedict XVI emerge from the Basilica. Had a praline. Paid the bill. Took a ride with my brother to the radiator shop. Wrote a fat check. Drove my car home. Got nervous. Took a dump. Drove to Chuck E. Cheese's. Met my brother. Met my real estate agent. Followed my agent around with my brother, looking at houses. Two were acceptable. Two were not. One might be. Came home. Got my mail. Answered some crucial e-mails. Blogsurfed a little. Made a few comments. Watched some TV. Made dinner. Wrote this.