It’s just been one (two? three?) of those weeks, with the two-day headaches, and the feeling like I’m about to fall over. On the train coming home from the office this evening, I read the same line over and over again in my book till I gave up completely and let my weary eyes close.
Happiness is the city, though, and when the train let out at Leicester Square, I climbed the steps up and up into the still-light and the busy to-and-fro of Thursday evening in the springtime. In the cool blue, a renegade cloud had slashed the sky in white.
I am baking tonight, with Dinah Washington, because it feels good.
Happiness is the city, though, and when the train let out at Leicester Square, I climbed the steps up and up into the still-light and the busy to-and-fro of Thursday evening in the springtime. In the cool blue, a renegade cloud had slashed the sky in white.
I am baking tonight, with Dinah Washington, because it feels good.
posted by stellou at 9:58 PM
2 Comments:
your photo reminds me to purchase a grater. since moving into my own place ive been grating parmesan cheese with a peeler. or better yet, i ve been peeling parmesan cheese. maybe i can get the grater when i return the egg slicer. aaaak!
i hope you feel better
and lastly, are you making lemon cake?
hi, funny. no no no, you want to return the slicer to get a slicer!! remember the sunday egg-on-toasts!!
thank you for the well wishes; yes, better, as sometimes what one needs is sleep. i am putting sleep on my next grocery list. must get more sleep.
lastly, it is a lemon tart that now sits in the fridge, awaiting today's office luncheon. muncheon!
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