Finally. I've the house to myself, for the first time since December 2, having dropped the firstborn off at Gatwick. She's returning to New Mexico, where she will continue to study whatever she's majoring in this semester. I love the child, I really do, but she's like those blinking lights you put on a Christmas tree and after a few minutes start looking for a way to turn them off. And I miss her already.
It's been introverts' hell around here, with visitors and vacations almost back to back for the last six weeks. I am ready to crawl back into the hole from whence I came.
But I'll post a recipe later. Bill Clinton is probably counting on it.
