We didn't go down to the dining room for dinner tonight. Omelets instead in the apartment. I'd like to say sometimes you don't feel like dining in a room with others. Except that's how we feel most of the time. The upside tonight? Great omelets with pancetta and provolone followed by blackberries in cream for dessert. We eat well enough on our own but, since dinner is included in our exorbitant rent, it's profligate to eschew same. So, mostly we dine in the dining room, sigh. Sometimes, we'd prefer to eat rather than dine.
Jim was off playing chess this afternoon. Sparky and I did laundry, dishes and tidied. Then I went for a swim, 20 laps, not shabby for out-of-shape me. That languor that ensues after a swim? Better than drugs. Oops.
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