so very hot out, that I've taken shelter in the kitchen, in which I'm making something called on Onion Confit Quiche, plus roasting beets for a beet, walnut, and chevre (or, failing that, bleu cheese) salad with shallot vinaigrette. From this rather nice cookbook (borrowed from our great little library here):
Just in case you're interested . . .
I did not make it out to knitting, though I did appear at church to perform my altar guild duties; the sexton was there, nattering away while I attempted to follow the combination to open the safe. My partner was busy doing all the tedious things, such as setting the hymn boards and removing the spent votives. I cranked down the presence light, but she had already done so, so I heard a kind of glassy, tinkly, whoops! sound as it wound to meet the floor. Luckily, no breakage.
Almost but not quite finished with my more interesting editing, but another job has appeared, and so I will go to it with a heavy heart . . .
But at the end of the month, we're going to bring L to here pre-college program, lurking just across the river in case, well, just in case . . .