The space ceased being Jay's office and became just a bare room, and the shut door was a way of not missing him so much. Within a few weeks I began to refer to the room as "the Bare Den," as a way of having a little fun with words. That's when it occurred to me: MY BEAR COLLECTION could live there! Multiple stuffed bears were currently stored in boxes in a closet. I wasn't quite ready to give them away, but I didn't want them cluttering our condominium, either.
Monday, April 25, 2022
Friday, April 8, 2022
While living alone recovering from a mild case of Covid-19 (omicron)
So you heat the skillet, slice the cheese, spread butter on the bread, and start the sandwich, while you wash an apple, set the table with a napkin and placemat, and pour a glass of water. Is it time to turn the sandwich? Probably.
This is what happens when you cook without a sense of smell.
Labels: burned sandwich, COVID-19, grilled cheese, omicron
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