Monday, April 20, 2015
Slow Sunday, with Laundry
Dave is home from Belgium safe and sound. I didn't feed him my lentil soup. Instead we had Indian takeaway, which gave me heartburn. We get our Indian food from a particular restaurant up the street, and I don't know what they put in their sag paneer but every time I eat it, I wind up feeling heavy and acidic, like I ate six D-cell batteries.
Maybe it's time to change Indian restaurants.
Yesterday, before Dave got home, I took Olga back to the Heath for another romp. Once again, she had a blast and subsequently experienced Heath-induced fatigue. She's still in bed.
Otherwise, it was a very domestic day. I hauled our blankets down to the laundry to be washed, thinking that I would make a great photo, struggling down the sidewalk with two king-sized blankets! (It would be very Cindy Sherman to photograph myself.) I watered the garden, tweaked my newest photo book a bit and read some of "Shantaram."
And now, back to work!
(Photo: A side street off Brick Lane, on Friday.)