At the end of my rope – 2007, and at the edge of the unknown – 2008. I’m leaving a lot of loose ends behind this year and next year feels more unknown than usual.
I eat well today:
Oatmeal for breakfast, cooked in a pot, with a little brown sugar and cinnamon.
Then dinner of spinach salad with strawberries and blueberries, a French leek pie, and a delicate sauvignon blanc – and even some baclava for my sweet tooth.
But it’s not enough. I blow it in the evening with potato chips and dip.
There’s always next year.