I made something called a Sand Torte. The recipe was in my photo album of collected recipes I have ripped out of various magazines over the years (and not the one I just linked to). I thought Mark would like it because it is supposed to be subtly sweet but no one but me has [...]
I’m reading Rumi poems to pass the time while not busy at work. I especially like this line:
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That’s how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.