Not exactly a rest day, but I have to buy and prep some veggies for Jerome’s partay.
Jerome and I met at Statpower back in the day; the first year I knew him I wrote “An evening of serious drinking” for his birthday. It was SUCH a hit in our little crowd that literally they would drag me out of the biffy …or elsewhere … to start the evening’s festivities by singing it a capella in front of the fire.
Jerome has migrated from being a young guy grabbing (deleted because the internet is forever) to being a sober-sided paterfamilias with two delightful pjokk-vikings and a gorgeous, hilarious and briskly efficient wife. I approve of damned near everything about Jerome. Just so you all know. We can go months without seeing each other, but that doesn’t matter. He is MEIN VOLK, in the undiscovered cousins way. I did actually formally take him to my mother and adopt him as a family member in front of the family Godswood. (Or atheist equivalent, don’t jar the metaphor too hard.)
SO CLOSE TO THE END YAAARRRGH
Jeff baked croissants from Vancouver Croissants for brekky this morning.
They are DELISH.
