new new day new week

What next?

Well, I got mixed up about the days/dates again. I was taking the day off, reading the NYT and being very lazy and not even worrying about it. A knock at my door at about 5;15 sent me to open it with curiosity and then with surprise because it was my dinner guest for tomorrow night—a day early? Oh. Oh. Oh.

Wrong date, wrong day. My bad.

Well, I had a lovely eveing. We had a glass of wine while I figured out what to give him for dinner.He brought home-made cream of tomato soup—delicious.I served shrimp tempura with mango chili dipping sauce and sugar snap peas and fresh strawberries with praline ice cream for dessert. Num. And good conversation.

I’ll clean up tomorrow.

Such a lovely word—tomorrow!

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.