Yesterday does not count as the first day of vacation because I spent it mostly in an airplane.
I feel positively gorged on sleep. I slept for ten hours last night, interrupted only twice. Once by Alexander calling for breakfast and once by an episode of hypoglycemia. I didn’t eat enough at dinner last night.
Jeff and Amanda had been planning to make a roast, but I persuaded them to let me have the run of the kitchen and I made Beef Bourguignon with egg noodles. The kicker was that Amanda had some hand-picked, home-cured chanterelle mushrooms that I put into the stew. Wonderful.
Of course, one can never be too careful with mushrooms found in the wild. If I don’t post again, it’s probably because of liver failure.
I’m going to take the camera out with me today and get some pics. Amanda has some beautiful silk baby clothes that she’s made, and I think I should have at least one picture of little Alexander himself up here, since his jacket’s gotten so much press.
Anybody know any yarn stores in Seattle that I need to visit while I’m here?