The first thing in the morning means coffee and blog. It's hard to be creative when it's still dark outside.
On my way to the kitchen for my second cup of coffee and to prepare my toast, I saw this bug unlike any I've ever seen before. I wonder where he came from since it was 14F outside. He must have come from inside, but where? I thought he was cool looking but Serge came in then and squished it.
Breakfast of champions - cheez whiz on toast.
Off to work I went, crossing the train tracks as usual. I always think of Java when I cross now.
I just missed my train, hence the empty quai on my side of the station.
It was a bright, sunny day which, in March, means it's spankingly cold outside. This is downtown near my class.
Inside the building where I teach (the world trade center) they have this statue fountain that reminds me of Italy. OMG bare breasts. Would this fly in your office building/shopping center?
After teaching I came home and decided I had to do something with those bananas. There's all you need for some fine banana bread.
And here's all you need for tortilla espanol. This makes me think of Madrid, and hence Frank.
Serge got home very frustrated because it took him 45 minutes to get home. The distance is walkable in 20 but he had the car. There were some accidents clogging things up evidently. When he arrived, he jumped on the martini preparation.
Dinner. Tortilla espanol, caesar salad, sliced tomatoes and warm banana bread for dessert. A light beaujolais to drink with.
Finally, Survivor! I was sad to see Spencer go. Even though he stayed in the closet, the other boys smelled the gay on him and booted him out. Sorry Rox, I don't like JT anymore. Ooga booga you broke a tooth, hail to your manliness.