One of the ways that you can tell that my wife's away this evening is that it's about seven-thirty and I haven't gotten around to having dinner yet. And when I do, it'll likely be something like a mayonnaise on rye sandwich, or a bowl of cereal, or maybe some toast. I have minimal food requirements. Hey, at least I don't eat standing over the sink. Near it, maybe.
Tomorrow, though: BLTs and apple dumplings for brunch! (Yum).
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