Went to brunch with Liz and Josh in Someville, at a neat place called Johnny D’s. (At least, that is what I think it was called!) Had a nice time catching up, but then it was back home, where my great-uncle and aunt had arrived from Israel. As is seemingly typical with octogenerians, dinner was set for 5:30pm, and we went to the Cheesecake Factory. There were 12 of us, and we had no reservation. We were told (not surprisingly) that there was a 65-80-minute wait. So we went to Pho Pester, a Vietnamese restaurant right next door. I wasn’t hungry, having just had brunch mere hours before, so I didn’t eat.