* Gut full, I sit browsing food recipes and drooling at food photos. Go figure.
* Thank all above for several mellow cloudy rainy days when I am not pursued by garden chores.
* A clear plastic desk pad with photos and art post cards tucked underneath.
* The lamp conveys a pool of light that illuminates my book until I finish--Sofia has escaped the Paris concert hall and the Count has left his prison hotel to tramp into countryside he has not seen for years = freedom. And my freedom also. Sitting alone (oops! A dog shares the sofa) at midnight, the city hushed, the invalid tucked up, tomorrow's food simmering on the counter.