The delight of apples and random things

A fitful sleep on Thursday night and a Friday that stretched for two too many hours. So after several draining meetings, with much relief and happiness, I went to see a friend who prepared me a wonderful dinner of Spaghetti alla Puttanesca (whore's spaghetti), flat white fish, and a side salad. I had two hearty helpings because I'd eaten like a mouse all day. (I only eat like a mouse when I don't like the food; in this case, the food was catered and of the overtly manufactured sort that makes me feel like I'm eating plastic.) For dessert, we had baked honeyed apples - I shoveled down two. We agreed that a day-long beleaguered condition transforms me into a ravenous, insatiable creature.

Thank heaven for the culinary skills and warm generosity of like-minded friends. For the large and little respites we receive. For a well-lit road home, a clean bed, good books, the love of friends and family, gentle conversation, a buckle that stays fastened, wine-drenched songs, dreams in a pie, and unexpected letters whose words nest in our minds.

Songs to end the day with -

Apple, by Dave Hosking
Been a long day, by Rosi Galan