Jeff worked at the shop today, which is unusual. I expected him home half an hour ago. I figured he’d had a bad day and needed filet mignon, mixed veg and potato for dinner, with scratch made chocolate chip cookies. As a joke I made a cookie as big as his head.
Sigh, he is at a work function which he got drafted into about the time I should have called him. So I cooked it all and supper will be waiting for him, but I’m heading out skating now. It’s been ages and I desperately need the exercise. He was chagrined when I phoned him, but all that stuff reheats.
The cats circled my plate like vultures.
