with the first week of fifty. Things at work are in chaos, the flu/sinus something has settled into me, and the car went into the shop for the first of many repairs.
But I had a gorgeous walk from the Metro to work.
And I gave myself a few moments away from ledgers, spreadsheets, and transcripts to decorate my desk.
Came home to the restorative powers of a perfect loaf of bread, which mostly will become dressing for Thanksgiving dinner.
But for tonight, it became garlic/chive/butter/pecarino toasts.
Bon appetit.
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