I had a very five year old kind of a lunch today. A white peach, half a cucumber, a hot dog with cheddar cheese, and a big glass of chocolate milk.
I am now wallowing in contentment, except the headache.
Am celebrating my vacation by critiquing stories on the workshop. Which isn't much of a vacation, but I'm close to 700 critiques since they started keeping track, so probably over a thousand lifetime. And yes, I do learn more from critiquing the stories of others than from having my own critiqued.
I think I will have a glass of fine Chateau Neuf de Boit, which I bought for marinating steaks (I am a whisky connosieur, a beer afficionado, and a wine heathen) and go critique tanaise's story.