Alas, the weekend is over and so is the sunny and mild weather. We strolled around the National Mall yesterday afternoon before heading to a Moroccan dinner with MoBob's friends. Why don't my lentils ever turn out that good? MB says it's because I used canned tomatoes.
Poetry fragment of the day:
Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna
by Rita Dove
Call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you,
every tenderness I have ever known
has been nothing
but thwarted violence, an ache
so permanent and deep, the lightest touch
awakens it. . . . It is impossible
to care enough.