Today I woke up wishing for goat cheese.
This makes me sound like a fancy and sophisticated person, which I am not. In fact, I never even had goat cheese in my life until yesterday.
And the goat cheese I had, I bought at Aldi.
So give up your impression of me as a world class gourmet. I am just a cheap shopper who picked up a log of goat cheese with cranberries and cinnamon... and found that it was delicious. Delicious.
And now I have to go and put my white blazer, that I wore for Easter, into the dryer. Because I am washing it at home, even though at first glance you would think it ought to be dry-cleaned. I read the tag. It says, "Machine wash cold, gentle cycle, tumble dry low."
It will never be the same, shiny and crisp, but that's OK. Nothing ever is. And I don't know why I ever buy anything white.
I will put it into the dryer, and I will try to ride the exercise bike whilst reading The Hunger Games. I do not know how this will go.
My shoulder keeps popping. Shawn says I should go to the doctor.
Schubert is outside, howling. I suppose I'd better get him in before I embark on my next project.
I feel fat. I just ate four crackers with goat cheese and two helpings of sweet potatoes left over from Easter dinner.