The rest of our day was typical.

I suppose I should mention that I'm nursing an irritating crescent-shaped incision on my left hand's pointing-finger which I slashed on Friday while dicing some potatoes during dinner preparations. It's the same finger that I nearly bisected years ago, the first week I was dating Christopher (my sexy-ex who was a landscaper). Silly me, trying to help him manicure some shrubs while he mowed grass. I should not be given electric hedge trimmers!