skryche

Labor Day was blah. We were obligated to clean our living room. We were half-way through when I realized that it had become cleaning and rearranging, which I never signed on for. I have to give just the right amount of input for each arrangement: too much I'm over-critical (which I'm sure I often am), too little and I'm making her do all the work. I leaned toward the latter and took a bath. That didn't fly.

We were better at dinner time, at which time we fashioned a beet & goat cheese salad and a very mushroomy mushroom soup. Sounds real tasty, right? Well, I don't know what I did wrong but it lacked plair and/or pizzazz.

We watched the Daily Show which was unusually uncompelling and we were bitten all through the night my a mysterious insect.

We woke up twenty minutes before the alarm went off this morning and got to doze in each others' arms for a while.