I had forgotten that I really like sheets with patterns. Thanks, Liz, for the sunny yellow set with lovely big freeform flowers.
Ketzl comes to join me on the loveseat. He actually wants to walk across the keyboard. He is kneading the blanket now and I can feel that his claws need trimming. He's really purring now, with his head on my ankle. I think he's happy to have me back. I came home for a while so he could go outside before dinner.
Tonight was a fun time at Il Fornaio. Yes, it's a chain but far better than the Pasta Pomodoro Jeremy had suggested. They make the BEST ravioli di zucca (butternut squash with browned butter and crisp sage leaves...absolutely wonderful).
Especially evocative was the roasted beet salad. One year at the High Holidays, when services were held at the San Jose Civic Auditorium a block away from the restaurant, staff spent the night of Rosh Hashanah at the hotel. Linda was waiting for me after the service, and she had ordered up a meal for me, including this fantastic salad that "had Deborah written all over it": beets, nice greens, toasted walnuts, shaved pecorino cheese and a wonderful lemony vinaigrette. It was delicious then and it was delicious tonight. Leftovers went home to Daniel who is taking two math classes in summer school and is therefore chained to the desk doing problem sets.
The flip side of coming home from vacation is the quantity of laundry that needs to be done (all done now) and then put away (not yet done).
I still haven't done a crossword puzzle on my own yet. I looked at the Sunday Chicago Tribune puzzle that Liz was working on. In ink of course.
Did you look up "olio"? A good crossword puzzle world.
I purposely kept lunches and dinners to a minimum this week,just to get back into the routines more gradually. There are a lot of phone calls out and probably next week will be full of food.
I'm really tired, still. Again. Maybe this will be the night to catch up.
