I am completely uncertain as to where I left off....bidding Dracula adieu, I bid Flip firmly adieu...and am these days with a little less writing time than I'd had. Not by a lot, but any minus is felt like an avalanche to me. I've completed Hemingway. I enjoyed Raisin in the Sun after that. I picked up A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf but haven't gotten past the first chapter as of yet.
I can say that I had plenty to write about today. Only my laptop was not in on the play date so it has all been filed in the depths of my mind for now. This piece exists now just to get the fingers going again instead of copy, paste, reference.
I had quite the loverly day enjoying delicious food at the Culinary Institute of America. It was really Humanling's field trip for school but I was lucky enough to accompany her like a body guard to deliver her safe and sound. She joined her class, I disappeared. Or so I thought. She did tell me later that she saw me lurking through the halls and hanging out by gazebo taking pictures. So yeah. She saw me.
And I saw many desserts. And cookbooks. And wished for about ten minutes that my parents were Chef Gorden Ramsey.
Tonight though, the restless and aggressive wind. The cat wanting to brush up against my water bottle, no matter what side of the laptop it is on. And then wishing evil on me because I haven't sprouted that third hand to pet her with as I type.
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