Eggs at Noon

How nice that a three-day-weekend gives us one last Monday for one last late morning and one last chance to procrastinate on the business of school. But now the day is nearly over and I’m calculating what all I can accomplish yet tonight.

Something that has not contributed to a day full of accomplishments was the one-hour wait we had at lunch before giving up and heading to another smoky diner. My egg, ham, and cheese sandwich was delish, but the hours of hunger pangs, not so much. Luckily I had several articles with me, so while D. read the paper, I read about the eighteenth century novel. So maybe the painful delay had its usefulness after all.