Then I drove home, where I threw together an impromptu dinner - I made part of a 'tabbouleh' recipe, which is in quotes because I a) used quinoa instead of bulgar, and b) didn't have cucumbers or tomatoes on hand, which are usually key ingredients. But I made the quinoa and mixed it with mint, parsley, scallions, feta, lemon juice, and olive oil, and then ate it with some leftover lemon-marinated chicken, and it was pretty delicious. I may buy some tomatoes and cucumbers at the farmer's market tomorrow and add them in belatedly, but this may have to be a standard recipe this summer.
After supper, I tidied up the kitchen, and then I spent the last couple of hours rereading some old journals. I made it from June 2016 (when I went to Provincetown, saw Ritu/Bill in Boston, and went to a Beyonce concert in NYC with Terry) to April 2017 (when I released a book and left London). I filled three whole notebooks for those ten months, so the reading has been slow going - but it's been an enjoyable trip down memory lane to find memories and realizations that I've learned / forgotten / relearned over time.
And now, while I wish I could stay up all night, it's time for bed - goodnight!
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