I went to Abu Dhabi and visited my sister, Pam, on her birthday. We watched a movie, shopped and had dinner at Noodle House. We definitely don't look alike.
The perils of having OC tendencies: I can't sleep when I want to because I am driven to do all the little rituals I feel I have to accomplish before signing off for the night. But I do "cheat" a little and catch a power nap before I resume my eccentricities.
I am currently watching "Thirteen Conversations About One Thing". I realized that I've seen this movie before and I'm watching it again because stories about ordinary people piques my interest. I don't remember how this movie ends - I'd like to find out again.
Tonight I am making pasta with zucchini and mushrooms. Nothing fancy - I just plan to toss it with garlic and olive oil. Anything with garlic and olive oil usually tastes good.
Our front door. That's Cheryl's couch, lamp stand and keys (inserted in the lock). But the wall clock is mine.
Beyond those lights is where he is now. I'd like to be cryptic and maybe hide my thoughts behind a clever rhyme or a concealing riddle. But here it is straight out: I still think about him.
Janice dropped off some fruit salad when she visited recently. Of course it was delicious. Everything she makes is delicious.