sunday, nyt day

A good day, with the NYT, Matt, a swim and dinner and some continuing episodes of a show we found. I let him stay too late the other night and I worried about him. Now I watch the time and stop at the end of an episode to let him get home at a decent time for bed. And then I stay up—2:30 a.m. last night before I finished my blog and turned out my light.

And here is my blog for tonight.

I’m ready to tackle the files again.

It’s about time.

Tomorrow, of course.

bonus blogger

Comment to Pat: You’re the one who is an asset and a stimulus. Thank you for being there, dear blogger. You inspire us all.

After two days of Fridays, it now feels like Sunday. No NYT, though.

What next?

What next was another dinner to cook for Matt. It was a good dinner but I get so tired. We had corn on the cob (last of the season?), oven-baked chicken wings, parsnips roasted in olive oil and maple syrup, fresh raspberries. I had my Sunday gin martini tonight, and no wine. Maybe later. Maybe bed soon but not too early.