I ate a dish (prepared with loving care by the Weaver) that had black olives in it. It was some sort of noodle-ly pasta thing, and for the first tie in my life, I actually found myself enjoying the taste of the little buggers. It must be the stress- twelve hours of work today, with no more than a couple of 5 minute breaks. It is getting better, however, and I spent the evening buying cold-weather camping gear for the upcoming canoe trip with my eldest son in ten days.
My life is full.