It's Friday evening. 6:43 pm. I had a most lovely day at work. I met a 92 year old man who was entrusted with carrying a secret document across enemy lines in Italy during WWII. He told me the story of how a young boy helped him pass safely across a beach filled with land mines so he could make it back to his ship. You may be able to imagine something nicer than sitting by a bed listening to stories like this. But I can't. He also told me I had nice teeth.
Tonight I am giddy with delight at the thought of a 3 day weekend. Chris is downstairs fixing dinner. It smells divine. I tried to take a picture of his famous garlic bread but the light is bad. Another time.
Instead here is what I am doing.
Messing around. Drinking wine. Important friday night tasks. Thinking about how I am going to try and duplicate the sesame covered, honey coated, almonds I tasted from Trader Joe's this week. Yes I know I could just go and buy some, but what fun would that be? It will be plenty fun if my idea doesn't work out. But only then.
After I finish that I am going to work on this.