The weather's dry. I have no meetings to attend. For once I can walk to work, walk home for lunch, etc. At work I'm content to diddle, some book reviewing here, some bookcase weeding there. I keep a desk diary from 3:15 to 5:00 and have lots to note down.
While JoAnna finishes spaghetti, I honor a request for garlic bread. I can't figure out why the butter doesn't have a pungent aroma until I take a close look at the label: onion powder.
After supper, I'm a vegetable. Maybe it's the wine, though I drank only three glasses. Maybe it's being a 42-year-old man who doesn't exercise much anymore. I fall asleep while JoAnna watches Green Acres and wake up at 1:30 feeling completely refreshed.
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