I enjoy a weekend day

I forgot to clock out yesterday, and now today is at its close too.

Yesterday: Morning pages, upset stomach so skipped Kimber’s class and did 90 minutes restorative yoga here instead. Wrote thoughtful journal entry on L’Engle — figured out what bugs me about her writing. Spent stiflingly hot afternoon sprawled across guest room bed, notating a Chinese American history. Had potstickers for dinner, cooled down, drove out to El Portal soccer field with Erik to enjoy Wall-E on the grass with many families.

Today: Erik in San Jose, I feel moved to cook, and end up taking a real weekend day. Following my morning pages, I make ratatouille (in my newly beautifully clean kitchen, having worked at it for an hour on Thursday evening), then a Philippine-inspired vegetable stew, then a passable chocolate-frosted white cake without too much butter (and therefore lacking flavor, and creaminess in the frosting). In between I help Mommy with her first community-college paper, and spend an hour and a quarter on the phone with her trying to figure out how to use Word — not pleasant — and also finish Patricia Wrede and Caroline Stevermer’s absolutely delightful Sorcery and Cecelia. I’m now reading the sequel, the kitchen is clean once again, I have plenty of tasty food for tomorrow, and I’ve so enjoyed my relaxing day.