Henry and I went to our neighborhood village (yes, we have a village in our neighborhood, right smack in the middle of the Big City) this afternoon, and he got a haircut and I went to the bank and then we sat at Peet's and drank goofy coffee drinks. Oliver is in daily rehearsals for the musical OLIVER! and I admit that it's kind of nice to go out with the eldest son and just hang out. Bless that youngest boy's heart.
That's all I've got for this afternoon. I'm heating up leftover pork tenderloin in some kind of creamy mushroom sauce that The Husband made, Sophie just had a big seizure in her room while playing with her beads (overstimulation?) and it's very gray and very cold outside on this February night. I have to read gigantic federal grants because I'm on a review panel next week, and this post is a way to forestall the inevitable, so thank you for your time.