Today it is only 99 degrees here. Only. Ha.

Just back from walking across the road to the bakery for a loaf of bread. The woman working there cut me off a slice to munch on as I sweat and slid back home sockless in my ballet flats and toting the brown paper bag concealing my purchase.

There is beef marinating and garlic roasting and bedding washing all evidence of my inspired domesticity.

In three more days we are leaving for a little getaway back to the place where my love and I first met and then to my every-other-yearly extended family reunion.

The smell of the garlic roasting is making me hungry.

Going to try and scrounge up something to eat other than the last cup of Mexican vanilla pudding which technically is for the other person who lives here.

Bye.