~drinking a cup of this
which tastes vaguely like cologne.
~wishing I were having dinner tonight at blackbird's. Eleanor will be there. I predict jollity. And molten chocolate cake.
~looking forward to receiving these
and proud that I blogged about them on my all-but-moribund shopping blog. Because I thought it was time to blog about stuff again. (But be of good cheer! I mean stuff as in "loot," not stuff as in "my inner turmoil.")
~glad my husband is cooking dinner tonight. He might not be blackbird's K, but I'm not going to argue with New York strip steak.