Have dim memory of waking up in middle of night to smell of breakfast being made, but am tired and confused and return to dream of being given job of person in charge of the care and feeding of bat rays at an aquarium--feed the bat rays bacon and eggs, which feel is wrong and only one of a myriad of ways am unqualified for job. Attempt, several times, to explain that can't think how got the job--am not marine biologist, nor am at all certain what aquarium director is talking about when she says I need to clean out the Filter--finally perceive that I am to put on odd plastic suit and am to hold breath while scrubbing car-sized grate with toothbrush. And so on. All is explained (sort of) when wake up this morning and see that the Contessa has fixed herself a midnight (figuratively--true hour probably closer to 3 a.m.) snack, of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon toast--evidence of fixings on counter (bowl of cinnamon sugar, plus sprinklings of same in toaster over and on top of refrigerator), in sink (egg shells), on stove (greasy pan) Dave not pleased. Cleans kitchen with tense look on face, help him and make cup of coffee. The Contessa stays asleep throughout. Take Jenny for a walk. When come back, Dave is asking the Contessa if she needs help finding an apartment while the Contessa smokes a cigarette and says, no, thank you, she has some strong Leads. Oh, what neighborhoods? Dave asks. Cowardly hide in bathroom and wait until conversation is over. When come out, am hearty and make fresh pot of coffee, and the Contessa and Dave become hearty too. But see that situation can't last forever.