Lemon oil and meatballs. Oil from the new/old desk and spaghetti and meatballs, which my husband wanted to eat last night. No, we did not cook meatballs in lemon oil, there are competing scents from nourishing my husband, and the same for furniture. These nuns had great stuff!
I’m up already but he has to get up at 5:30 to get to the airport to go away on business again. I take the dog out and make him breakfast before he takes a car to the airport in about an hour.
Zoe loves “routine.” She also loves that there are no suitcases involved, only a hefty backpack with two laptops and sundry items. I may pad in cleaner tissues for his glasses. Right now I’ve three minutes to do some dishes.
Sounds like it’s raining out there. Zoe, our dear old dog, hates being involuntarily wet. Oh, the desk is so pretty. I can’t get you a photo until the sun rises. It may not today but I’m not good with the iPhone and its new OS. Perhaps my camera can get it. What beautiful wood it is. Cheers! Dee