24 hours of micro updates:
07:55 Making: chix soup for the week (on overnight, whole apt smells edible now), amaranth for breakfast, tea for jumpstarting brain. Toes numb. #
09:18 This will, I’m fairly certain, be the last Father’s Day where I will not be one. #
10:01 Peter Sagal learns the hard way about the dangers of [...]
Asparagus, focea lettuce, radish, baby fennel
Kate and I promised each other a celebratory dinner once I got out of the hospital and became a wage-earner again. Both conditions: met. Blowout dinner: achieved.
Bless me, blog, for I have continued to live my life, largely undocumented save for sporadic updates on Twitter. It’s been 90 days, more or less, since I left Helen Hayes Hospital, and about two months since my last post of any substance.
How do I know it’s been about 90 days? Because I just [...]
Isn’t she lovely?
“I wonder if it’ll be good to eat?”
(Feel free to caption this as you see fit.)