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<\/p>\nMy mood is:
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2 o’clock and all’s well. <\/p>\n
Today was as pedestrian as they come…I worked till around 10pm, Amy made some great white bean soup (and cooked up the chocolate left over from Mary Ann’s icecream-filled pastries from Friday<\/a>), we watched some incomprehensible Hank Azaria thing<\/a>, and then Amy shaded off and I tried (unsuccessfully) to watch Amelie<\/i><\/a> for the first time. After I woke up on the couch, I poured a glass of wine, read the NYT op-eds, and started writing this.<\/p>\n While on the subject of the completely mundane, I forgot to mention that I bought new pants this weekend. This was necessitated by the fact that Oman is really hot<\/a> this time of year and all I have is jeans. Not much of story, but when the salesperson asked what size I wore and I told him 36 (or 52 European), he wouldn’t get the pants until I actually showed him the label of the jeans I was wearing. He was not the first salesperson to be flummoxed by my comical dimensions. I ended up with some respectable charcoal\/chocolate cotton casuals. Amy was hoping I’d go for the baggy khakis with the drawstring, but nothing doing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My mood is: 2 o’clock and all’s well. Today was as pedestrian as they come…I worked till around 10pm, Amy made some great white bean soup (and cooked up the chocolate left over from Mary Ann’s icecream-filled pastries from Friday), … Continue reading