Sunday lunch

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La Madeline, with Melynda. I hope one day our schedules can coincide enought that we could make a weekly habit of this. Especially when it's gorgeously 54 outside and the wind is blowing through an empty wide sky. Soup and crepes and quiche and such things.

I notice a profound psychological impact open floorspace has upon me. It makes me feel more sane, less restless. Though right now I have far too much homework. I am sorely tempted to work my story instead.