But before the rain started, I walked to Trader Joe. It’s two miles roundtrip, and that seemed like plenty of fresh air and exercise. Evil weather is on tap next week. So, I made a little soup today.
I have a tiny little trip planned to the beach for a few days just before Easter. Maybe I should look for a door to summer before then.
Dinner was not up to The Asylum’s usual low standards. However, we had a great time. An extra cocktail, a couple of glasses of wine, and six wonderful friends made up for it.
If you have to live in an old folks asylum, surround yourself with friends, insist that the asylum has a saloon that lets you run a tab and that an understanding wine merchant delivers.