Taking a breath on Sunday with a hot-weather midday meal. Scrounging for whatever salad makings are left.
a recipe for quinoa burgers that uses what I have on the shelves. (I added extra cheese and carrots and flax seeds.) No writing today. On tap for the afternoon: organizing the sewing room, tossing clean laundry onto the red couch as it comes out of the dryer, a hike and watermelon with friends at Tucker Falls, a Sunday shower, then the baby blanket I'm crocheting for an almost-here baby along with watching Masterpiece Mystery with Cousin Carol, who lives in Mississippi. We watch at the same time and text our opinions along the way. "Eyebrows!" "It's the butler!" "I'm so confused!"
Ain't we all, sometimes, ain't we all. Glad we keep at it, though, wading through the muck toward understanding.
Tomorrow: that pesky chapter three. Again, again, again. I'd love to hear what you're wading through right now, the grime and the glory alike.