A day off
Much as I regret failing to do my bit to boost page views at baltimoresun.com, yesterday, my day off, I made no paragraphs, neither here on the blog or down at the plant.
There was the weekly marketing to do, and there was some yard work. Having secured a couple of steaks from the dwindling carcass of an about-to-close Superfresh grocery, I treated them with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper and grilled them over coals. Along with some asparagus and some sliced potatoes I had marinated in olive oil, vinegar, salt, and pepper. Then I opened a bottle of plonk and sat down to dinner opposite my wife at a table. We had our after-dinner coffee on the front porch as the light faded.*
Today it’s back to blogging and a sandwich at my desk, and I think that a day away from you good people has been salutary for me, and probably for you. It is the right thing, when you have nothing to say, to say nothing.
The joke of the week wasn’t posted yesterday because of an editor’s illness, but it’s up now.
And your word of the week is tendentious.
*Elizabeth Large complained on Facebook last week that the summer solstice meant that every succeeding day would be shorted until we were once again plunged into the gray of winter. I noticed as Kathleen and I drank our coffee that the first half-dozen leaves have turned red on the sweet gum tree across the street.