“Had my dream again where I’m making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I’d nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount.”
The Olympics are on, but I’m spending my Sunday night watching When Harry Met Sally, and I’m so content. I love the old couples telling their stories.
No spoilers in the clip below.
I’m almost 23.
It’s almost the 6-month mark of my employment.
It’s almost the one-year anniversary of the start of my backpacking trip.
All for another post.
Tonight, it’s just me, Harry, Sally.
And, short of a full cooking blog, a picture of this week’s shrimp scampi. From scratch, herbs from the herb garden.