Today was trying, to say the least. I poured a glass of wine at 5:40, a full hour or so before I usually do, if that's any indicator. On the plus side, the wine is good, and a lovely chard-onion-Gruyere-pan fried Harvest bread panade is in the oven for dinner. YUM! Oliver is eating a piece of matzoh the size of our home, procrastinating like the dickens before bedtime. Jack has been asleep for nearly an hour. Thank god. You should see the surface of my dining room floor and table. Appalling! Disgusting!
Good grief, how to ever get ahead.