I've got the one-pot meal on the burner and I added some chopped peppers left over from yesterday and a bag of spinach because spinach is good in everything and I've got some lovely chickens breasts cooking with portabella mushrooms to go with and I've swept and done laundry and washed the sheets and put them back on the bed and cleaned out the desk in our bedroom in preparation for moving it and all of a sudden I am so tired. So very tired.
But it's a good tired and there will be clean sheets tonight to sleep on.

I had a good lunch with Old Fred and we dined at a place called Newt's which I had never heard of and I got salad with arugula and salmon and it was pretty good but I didn't realize until we were finished and leaving that there was a place to get all sorts of things to put on your salad like pickled peppers and I don't know what all and also breadsticks and I said, "Freddy! They have breadsticks! I could have had breadsticks!" and he laughed and tried to get me to take a nicely wrapped package of them, like a long package of chopsticks but I didn't. I was full. I stopped and bought David Sedaris' new book to read to Mr. Moon as we travel up to Nashville this weekend for the services for my friends' daughter. How could we not go?

I just went and stirred the pot and the kitchen smells of fresh basil and tomatoes and garlic and outside, here on the porch, it smells of wet earth and green growing things. I bought okra seeds today too and hope to get them in the ground before we leave although I always vow never to grow okra again. It is prickly and spiny and it draws the red ants like nobody's business and for that reason, I hate it but it is a beautiful plant, nonetheless, related to the hibiscus and its blooms are a wonder and then come the tiny green penises of the baby okra and they grow and so I plant it and I'll curse it again, I know I will.

I'll let you know how the supper goes.

Sweet dreams...Ms. Moon