From Invective contra medicum quedam, aka "Against a Physician". Petrarch - Invectives. Ed. and trans. by David Marsh. (I Tatti series, 2003) p. 129.
I had a lovely afternoon tea* with rozk today. Leaving the house for a contained period of time is always good for the quality of my work day. Less time to work, but more exercise, more encounters with human beings, more convenient errand-running opportunities, and a brain refreshed upon returning home.
Last night, I dreamed that I met Delia Sherman. She was a sloth (a perky Folivora, not a lazy person), dressed in '80s style office wear, including a very, very shiny red polyester blouse. She didn't participate in the conversation (nor had I realized sloths could be literarily inclined). Everyone else apparently already knew her, so found it perfectly normal that she was a sloth. Oddest of this is that I've never read her books or short stories, nor do I know her. I can only credit an ongoing awareness of her existence to d_aulnoy and vschanoes.
* Where "tea" was coffee in her case and orange juice in mine. But it was definitely in the afternoon.