I started re-reading a book while I ate; Card's Songmaster; I was recommending it on a panel Friday, and realized that I didn't really remember it well enough to know why I was recommending it. After eating, I started cleaning (with the book in my hand, which makes cleaning slower, but more enjoyable); I've been gone for a week, and while Kev kept up with the basics of plant watering and doing dishes, there's quite a lot to be done before the house returns to normal. He did pick herbs, put them in water. The coriander is flowering now; tiny white blooms. I wiped down our wood dining table with an orange-scented oil. Once I finish cleaning the kitchen, I'll repot a few plants, digging my fingers into the soil. Tonight, I'll cook my own curries.
This room smells of curry and roses and orange and jasmine and rain.