Today is a writing day–the most precious kind.
It’s also my “free meal” day, which means I get my single glass of wine and whatever else I decide to cook for supper. This is strange new territory for me, not to be hankering after one particular food, or wanting to hit a favorite restaurant–I could just as easily eat another pre-prepared meal as not. There are so many things to think about in this modern age; it’s great that food isn’t one of them. It will be interesting to see how the D.I.E.T. holds up during the Toronto visit and… Read More »