Not much to report, I’m afraid. Apart from running a couple of loads of laundry, and the dishes, and practicing louder than Buster’s comfortable with, I haven’t done much these last two days but binge the first two seasons of Westworld. Isn’t it amusing to think that this show, which has many of the features of the Golden Age of Boob Tube, is a large inflorescence of the now firmly planted Tree of Story!
I ordered takeout from L&R – they really make nice naan.
