Wednesday...
I've gotten into the unfortunate habit of napping all afternoon to compensate for the increasingly late bedtime exiged by summer social mores. Or maybe today it was the somnolent effect of Der Blaue Engel. I want to like old movies, I do, they're just so hard to stay awake for.
So I finally dragged myself out of bed at 7:30 pm and began to think about, oh, Ubungen, dinner. Message from Peter mentioning possible dinner plans with Sariot, which sounded nice purely because I'm tired of cooking for myself. Took a while to figure the Sariot thing out.
And then suddenly they were here in the kitchen, making food. A salad with lettuce fresh out of Cloyne's garden, toasted walnuts, sun-dried tomatoes, currants, and gorgonzola mashed with olive oil for dressing. Zucchini pie with mustard smeared on the crust. Fresh gnocchi with pesto from Sariot's seeminly never-diminishing frozen supply. Some sort of weird wine.
Late to dancing. 'Twas good. Came back at nearly midnight, and they were still in our dining room, arguing about the golden mean, banana farmers and the desert, and amusing German words. We'll see if they make it to morning.