One half hour taken away from the essay still to finish, but one half hour very well spent.
Home alone, with my golden friend and notes from a piano, I decided to rest a while from the dreadfulness that is the cause of almost everything terrible this year.
Dinner was on my To Do list (at the very top of course) so well after the sky had lost all its bright blue, pink, orange, and red, I began.

After pouring the tomato-rice soup into a shallow soup bowl and setting it beside my just-finished, colorful garden salad, I poured myself a small glass of milk and retrieved a piece of bread from the bread drawer.
Call me a dork but after everything was all set and in place, I took a minute before saying Grace to look at my nutritious creation.

And... well... I was proud of it.



Yay for quiet evenings when it feels like the world doesn't exist beyond the serenaded, moderately lit ambiance of the space above a living room carpet.