What a night. Battles with a head cold, Tim's away, and the dog ate the trash (the chickeny-bacony trash.) It's also freezing outside.
I took myself out to dinner, the only thing I thought might save my day.
I ordered handmade fettuccine with grilled portobellos and chicken with toasted pumpkin seeds in a butternut squash sauce, and I buried my mind in my paperback, The Fellowship of the Ring.
And just as I put my book down to wipe the last traces of sauce from my plate, the waiter came over and said, "Some folks bought you a cookie."
And he put a chocolate-chip cookie down in front of me.
"They just left. They said they like to read, too."