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| Love these colors, |
My head could easily explode right now. Lots of little possibilities for work ... they start ... they stop ... go stop go stop no forget it.
I really did not hit my Dracula reading target today. I mean, I worked on work although, you know, most of it is not the paying kind. Now that I look again, I am not too far off and if I make this short and just go to bed and read, I will be okay.
I was a damned mad scientist in the kitchen tonight. I thought I was cooking healthy, but there was a helluva lot of butter and olive oil. I made this up: roasted onions, kale, pear, and baby red potatoes in a gorgonzola-creme fraiche-butter sauce (oh yeah). It was good. A lot of work. But it was good. And then I thought I would make chicken piccata, forgetting what an oil and butter intensive dish that is. Oh well. I won't make that again for years.
Albert and I walked by the reservoir for a bit, although I don't feel as if it were enough genuine exercise. It was a pretty day.
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| This is a good one, no? |
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