After such a lackluster morning - saved only by the fact that my down quilt and pillows were bathed in sunlight, fluffy and clean - of hunkering back down, sad and feeling chilled/feverish at once, I recovered nicely by basking in the beautiful spring day and almost floating on the breath of gentle breezes.
We stayed out all afternoon, Belle chasing anything that moved, baffling Mr. and Mrs. Wren who were searching (in vain) for Ms. Piggy the Hibachi, and aggrivating every creature living on the other side of the fence, and me sunning, bringing what's left of the plants outside, and listening in good humored gratitude to the teenager who was drumming in her upstairs bedroom next door. She has improved. So very much.
We never saw Squirrel. Obviously, no one told her that there was a lovely, mild, spring day to be had.
In the evening, I put together a small veal parm. Tender, sauted veggies,a zesty marinara, shaved parm, thinly pounded veal cutlets. I opened a bottle of red. Mondavi Vine Hill Ranch Cabernet Sauvignon - a perfect paring.
We're settling in for a cozy Saturday night as I write. Belle is already asleep. I'm thinking about a movie. Or maybe I'll read awhile. Anyway, I feel a lot better than I did yesterday at this time.
