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OK, so how is this for lazy: we have scads of leftovers in our fridge, but decided to eat out this evening because heating things up would be too much work. Yeah. I'm pretty spoiled.

In my own defense, it was a pretty full day. Woke up at 3, unable to fall back to sleep for a while. Finally dozed off, only to be awakened again before 6 by a persistent (although totally irresistible) kitty. Out of the door by 6:30 to do about 45 minutes of my walk/jog by the riverside. (I'll have to research to see if that is actually an effective way to exercise. I know it gets my heart rate up more than just walking.) Shower and then off to babysit. Then to my friend's restaurant to balance the books in her absence. Home, and then out right away again to lunch with some friends. Home again, wrote an update, made some cards. We know someone who is flying to the States tomorrow, so it was "do or die" time. Delivered the cards and said good-bye to our friend.

And that brings us to supper, and to being too tired to heat up left-overs. I must say, it was a good meal, and I'm glad not to have dishes to clean up. The restaurant owner is another long-time friend of ours, and he gave us complimentary chocolate mousse at the end of the meal. Please note: I did NOT order it. I was being good. But then again, it would have been rude to refuse, right??? Oh yeah.

And I learned something new. I had a glass of red wine, which I was trying to finish before digging into the mousse. But then Mr. told me that, actually, red wine and chocolate go very well together. I was incredulous, but tried it anyway. And WOW!!!! A few bites of chocolate mousse, and then a sip of red wine and something magical happens. It's like the cocoa sings and zings around in your mouth! I never would have guessed it.

Home again, I was leaning close to the mirror to look at my face (OK. I was picking a pimple. I admit it.) and the kitty, as she sometimes does, jumped onto my back and hung on with her claws. But I must say, she is developing a bit more finesse to it, because she rarely ever digs into flesh any more. Nothing but clothing. I bent over a little more, and swept a hand back around her rump, to keep her from falling off. And wouldn't you know it, she just sat right there, stretched full-length along my spinal cord, purring away. And she really didn't want to move. She stayed for over 5 minutes, even when I walked to another room and finally laid on my belly across our bed. I could feel the rumble of her purrs. It was really sweet, if not a little strange.

Now she's yowling. I think she wants to play. I need to get this done and give her a bit of play time before I totally hit a wall. Been a good day, though.