Dinner, Interrupted


Last night Andy came home with 12 roses,


two potatoes and


two steaks. I put Sophie in her carrier so she could sit with us in the sunroom while we ate. I guess she didn’t like that plan, because she got sick. All over herself. And the carrier. And the nursery rug. Seriously. I don’t know how it was possible she had so much in her.


So then, while our steaks and potatoes grew cooler and cooler, we washed Sophie. And the carrier. And the nursery rug.


We had wine with dinner.

“Sleep, riches, and health to be truly enjoyed must be interrupted.” —Johann Paul Friedrich Richter