I had a very productive day today. I cleaned my kitchen thoroughly and the pantry and living room with less vigor but still more than I’ve done for a while. I did the grocery shopping, taking an hour to hang out in a bookstore and see what was new. I did the topstitching on my jacket and an inch or two of knitting. I made Yuzu scented bath gel, sorted through my closet and got a bag together for charity, and bought much-needed linens. I had a “clean” dinner of salmon, qinoa, and broccoli. I changed my sheets and pillowcases and remade the bed.I sewed up pillow covers for the daybed in my office and did laundry.
It’s amazing how much other stuff you can do if you’re not working.
A box of decaffienated Yorkshire tea arrived marked “Royal mail.” I realize that royal mail is the ordinary British mail, but it seemed very special. Royal, after all.
Having accomplished all these things, I read The Taste of Tomorrow, which is getting excited about radicchio and genetically modified food. Now my husband is watching one of those cowboy movies in which a strange white guy rides into a town in Mexico and saves the indigenous people, all of whom are unaccountably clueless, to the accompaniment of wordless choral music: “Oooooh, oooooh, oooh.”