Breakfast: Creamy, dreamy, perfectly over-easy eggs, small hard roll, sliced in three layers, buttered and sprinkled with truffle salt
Lunch: Herb mix greens, about 4 oz. diced beef (more leftovers), 1 medium tomato, splosh of vinaigrette
When I was at the bakery yesterday, picking up some of their yummy cookies to take for my anniversary treat at the library, I bought six of their wonderful, tiny hard rolls. If they were less plate-tectonic-y and all flaky on the outside and less chewy in the inside, they would probably be a few bites for the average person. But, unless you live near to the city that is near to where I live, you may never have the privilege of enjoying them. They go all hard and impossible to eat in two days, but were perfect this morning for dunking into the warm, luscious yolks, and that bit of truffle salt, oh gosh, it is just the best way to start the day.
I knew that it would be a long day with many challenges. Weird how I know how the day will go like that, and I am never wrong. If I sense that it will be an easy day, with at least one no-show and no bummed out clients, I plan on what I will do to catch up on all of that work that really never gets done. Last week was like that...or was it the week before...no matter. I knew last night that today was going to be one of those days where I would likely miss lunch and have to work late. I am not sure that I like knowing, but it is what it is.
Anyway, I did not get home until 10:00 and can hardly stay awake to write. Barely three hours of sleep because it was so freaking hot in here. Outside, it was perfect sleeping weather. Cool, but not too cool, with a nice breeze, a precursor to today's bluster, but last night it was lovely. Unfortunately, the heat was set to 80 degrees and I could not find relief anywhere. I was about to go sleep in the car when I finally found a small fan.
This is nuts, and I have to find a small, window unit air conditioner that I am able to lift into the damn window. We have central air, but, as I am constantly reminded, no matter how hot it is during the day, it mostly gets cooler when the sun goes down, even if it is only a few degrees, and since it does get cooler (by some definition on another planet maybe?), it makes sense to turn the furnace on and bring the temperature up and over what it is outside. I swear, if the heat in here does not fry my brain I am going to stab myself until I lose consciousness. I really, really will. I swear.
So, anyway, I love, love and truly love the juvenile rabbits. They are so cute and so funny. One of them is hanging around the rhubarb and the storybook aspect of that pleases me so much. He sits just under the canopy of one of the large, outer leaves and thinks that he is invisible. If I make a move in any direction when he is on the lawn, munching on the stuff the birds toss off of the feeding stations, he freezes. I stop. I can see his eyes darting to the side, either tracking me or looking for an escape route. There have been times when the two of us just stayed in place for more than ten minutes. If I stay still, he will go back to chowing down and if I move again, he takes off into the rhubarb patch. I sort of hate to begin harvesting there and ruin his domain.
Tonight, when I rounded the back of the house, he was sitting, chewing something, out there in the open and the drizzle. I really had to use the bathroom, so I moved forward sooner than usual and he took off. Or, she. He/she is not telling.
I am so tired that I would love to indulge in some serious crankiness, but it was a wonderful day, full of really cool, interesting and dear clients. The Walmart woman showed up and brought her mother along to meet me. I managed to make the designs and images she wanted and still had time to join knitting club for an hour. I stopped at the Japanese place and had a wonderful dinner, not too much, not too little...just right. Off to find something to wash down an antihistamine, but first, a word from our GP. More nested hearts.