It all seems to new and fresh to have washing going around downstairs, to have dishes to do, groceries to shop for, the BBQ grills to wash again, and an essay to write. After having the bed made of us, cooking done for us, and our days planned for fifteen days, doing things for ourselves seems almost revolutionary.
Dinner? Four days of dinner? Vegetarian chili with tossed green salad. That’s two days. Rather uninspired. Steak…we cut one in half so that gives each of us a little meat….with garlic green beans and a caprese salad. Wednesday dinner out, and veggie skewers over rice with melon for Thursdays. Gee, that was easy.
I’ll feel downright middleclass today as I pick up the cleaning and the groceries.