My concession to health this evening is to serve salad instead of hot, delicious baked potatos piled up with golden butter and cool, smooth, tangy sour cream. Fruit for dessert, of course. I'm in a summery mood. The peninsula has settled into long, warm, sunny days with a cooling breeze at sunset, ideal summer weather. And since we don't have an outside table either, we're doing our eating inside.
Flies can come in and land on our food and everything, just like the great outdoors.
Another week of work looms. Another week of not being able to get to garden centers before they close, of bringing my lunch to work to save money so I can pay off my credit cards, of changing the cat litter and doing laundry and wishing I could find some girlfriends who lived closer than San Francisco. Real life is so dreary sometimes. I've always hated it. Me and Branwell Bronte.