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!