Work = like that line in the Housewife’s Lament; “Alas twas no dream, ahead I behold it, I see I am helpless my fate to avert.”
Home = peaceful. Katie did her first full day at Blossom’s yesterday. I cooked spag and meat sauce (Marinelli store bought tomato and basil, half a dozen mushrooms and half an onion finely chopped) and Keith complimented me on the texture, which was nice. Jeff and I would have preferred it with nicer meat – even if it’s the transition to organic beef, too much gristle and fat reduces the fun. Still tasty though, and I think I prefer the mouth feel of spaghetti over spaghettini even if it takes longer to cook. Paul came over before work for dinner and to watch the Nova program on the Fate of Flight 447, the Air France Airbus that went down many miles off the coast of Brazil. It’s amazing how fast you can fall out of the sky when your pitot tubes ice up.
