I sat at a lady's kitchen table a moment ago as she wrote me a check made out to my father's store. She was cooking supper and it smelled absolutely incredible. I never did know what it was, but it smelled like an Italian dish. I had to come home and eat a sandwich I was so hungry from that.
Today was a good day at work. Quiet and I like them like that. The criticism I received at work yesterday was not about my job performance, but about how I handled a situation with Joyce. Joyce's mental illness and it's reputation precedes her even at my father's store.
Well, let me settle in and enjoy a quiet evening. I have issue #2 of a new Model Railroader to read. Let's see if I can cajole Maggie into sitting on the couch with me for an hour. She's been awful antsy and bark-ish today. I get lonesome and having Maggie with me feels like having your best friend along for the ride. I sure have been missing Rosa today.