Wednesday, October 10, 2007


Suddenly, it’s so cold. I wrap a scarf twice around myself.

I can’t take the time to bike, to walk. Up early. Hearings, meetings, classes. Good, yes, it’s all good, but hey, did anyone notice how cold it is outside?

Ed says: let’s eat pasta. (Actually he first says: let’s eat Mexican, but I haven’t the time to drive to Madison’s newest attempt at south of the border fare.)

Comfort food. I rarely eat it anymore. And it isn’t because I haven’t the need for comfort. Especially when winter is hovering.

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At the restaurant, Ed does what he is so good at doing when he is comfortable. He dozes off.

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Food, soft light, cold air outside. Who can blame him.