Pretend it’s a rainy evening in Paris and I’ve just arrived back at my flat with a fresh baguette which I will spread generously with butter and Brie and pour a wine and ….

A really clever post was scheduled for tonight. Alas, the day sped by before I could finish it. A day that began rather disappointingly with a new post-shower “Style Spray [that] Lifts Flat and Fine Hair” which, it turns out, met its match in my wispy locks. Then there was breakfast with my retired friend who thought he might go work in his garden a little while and then take in an afternoon matinee…while I, working stiff that I am, faced quite a bit of work at work. The day drew to a close with a pleasant-enough board meeting and, finally, some theater-sitting for a children’s drama company. By 8pm I was no longer enjoying the sound of happy giggles, curmudgeon that I am.

It is cool and almost rainy tonight; my apartment is warm and cozy and I have tomorrow off so I don’t want to work on that would-be clever post now. How about a nice photo or two instead?

I’m young and I’m HOME and mom has just baked her famous apple pies…why does it take so long for them to cool.