Another week is underway. Grace and I did as much schoolwork as we could stand. I worked at my job a few hours more than I was supposed to. My husband and Grace and I ate salad and soup at Souplantation.
I remarked over and over again about the weather and flowers in bloom everywhere.
I folded some laundry and didn’t cook anything unless you count the chocolate pudding I made in the microwave tonight. Which leads me to ask: If you were a Pyrex mixing bowl with a handle, where would you be? Mine has disappeared and I’m beginning to think that my kids broke it and threw it away without my knowledge. Either that or it’s under someone’s bed, full of unpopped popcorn kernels.
In more than halfway through The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and all I want to do is read.