It’s nearly 5:00, and I’m just sitting down to the computer to write now. It was a book business and Ian-chore day. And I had to kitten-proof the family room and the office. Four foster kittens are the new residents of Apt. 11D.
We had a busy Memorial Day weekend filled with the typical suburban festivities and a trip to New York City. I ran the local 5K and came in 3rd in my age group. I was rather proud of that achievement, until Jonah reminded me that a seven-year old beat me. Punk.
We celebrated our 25th anniversary in the most ordinary of ways – a home cooked meal with the boys. I don’t have the stomach for massively inflated hotel and restaurant prices around here. I still haven’t recovered from the bill from a nice restaurant in New York City that we visited on Saturday. I’m sure I’ll get used to $250 dinner bills and $300 hotel visits, but I am not there yet.
Dinner tonight is leftover turkey chili over white rice (for boys)/quinoa (for me), a micro green salad with greens from the hydroponic farm that employs autistic people, and roasted Brussel sprouts with onion and a balsalmic/honey glaze. On TV tonight, we’ll watch 1882, while wee black kittens jump all over us.
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