Now the window's open and I've been reading more Thackeray, drinking my second cup of tea. In a little while, I'll go to the grocery store, pick up a last few items for dinner tonight. Then come home, make the bed, cook the carrots and green beans, the cabbage mallung, the rice pilau, the spicy shrimp. And when Karen arrives, she can help me spread the cheese and chutney on crackers, arrange the little shrimps topped with sprigs of parsley, set the table with silverware and linens.
There's a very small part of brain that's saying -- "shouldn't you be spending this time studying instead?" But it's spring, and beautiful. I can't study every minute. Tonight there'll be wine and candlelight, good conversation and laughter. And I'll turn back to my studies tomorrow, invigorated, refreshed.