Grrr. Chicken is in the oven. Potatoes are (par)boiling on the stove. Carrots are chopped. Everything but roasting the red peppers is underway. And what does LOML say? "Is it okay if I go out for a while with * and *, and oh, would you mind if I didn't come home for supper?". "No", I say. "That will be fine", I say. And truly, I mean it. I know what it is to need to get away from the house. Nonetheless.
Oh well.
Yours, 100 mouthfuls of solitude,
N.
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