Lammas of Simmer

[ismo]

Well . . . in honor of Lammas, I ate some bread. It doesn't sound very exciting, but on the other hand, bread is always exciting as well as basic. It rained a bit this morning, the trees tossing about. I think the wind brought in warmer weather. I talked to Queenie this morning. We're both struggling a bit, but don't know why. She called me back later to tell me they'd passed a giant tow truck on the way to the grocery store, with a bumper sticker that said PTSD on it. We both started laughing at the idea of being able to call the PTSD wrecker. You never know when you might need one.

After I got off the phone, I didn't have time to go to the store. I worked on the WIP. I think I figured out my plot problem, or as good as. We'll see when I get there. Then I had a Zoom. The Sparrowhawk put some bratwurst with potatoes, carrots, and sauerkraut in the oven, and went to the gym. I changed the sheets on the bed and washed the used ones. And then it got dark. I remember when the Philosopher was little, he had a book by Margaret Wise Brown and Leonard Weisgard. As with all of his books, he loved to listen to me read it again and again. One of the concluding sentences was "They went around all day until it was night." And that's what I did today.

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[oracne]

I have some nice tandoori nan from International Grocery and I've been eating it every day. Yesterday I made a delicious peanut butter and blackberry fruit spread sandwich with it.