a hundred miles or more

Radio silence yesterday: I spent eight hours in a conference room learning how to be a lady entrepreneur, then another four at one of the awesomest Monday Funday dinners in recent memory. A restaurant opening, cocktails with limes and tarragon-infused gin, and some truly hilarious dining companions: a recipe for success, to be sure. Also at some point we should talk about boulliabaisse, and how I ordered it last night just to see, and I can’t figure out where it has BEEN all my life. Also parmesan and olive shortbreads. Also grand marnier souffles.

(It was a fancy dinner. I wore my highest heels.)

Also: Thanksgiving is in nine days? Are you effing kidding me? I have three dinners to plan for, two birds to cook, and one boyfriend to convince that deep-frying on the deck is maybe not an avenue he wants to pursue. I have a book club assignment to start (erm, for book club this weekend…), some knitting to finish, and my favorite kid to sit for. Christmas card supplies arrived yesterday, and I owe my dad a batch of the chocolate-raisin cookies in the December Martha. My inbox is overflowing. I’m thinking about you.

Coffee and lists. Coffee and lists.