So I guess the economy isn't going to blow up or whatever, we'll just all live like serfs for the indefinite future, so that's a relief. Wouldn't want our royal masters to forego their gold-plated spitoons and other such necessities of life. I think Jon Stewart put it best when he said of the Republicans' threats to Democrats: "You buy the keg, and we won't burn your house down." Yay, democracy.
Craptacular political news aside, I'm in a foul mood all on my own. Sal's been suffering from some kind of throat/head cold thing for several days, and I think I've managed to contract it finally. Go me. Few things suck more than being sick during the summer, except perhaps being sick when you simply have too many things to get done that you can't take time off to rest and recuperate. Feh, I say.
It's probably no surprise that my lunch looks so bleh today. It's actually very yummy, and reasonably healthy, but I totally failed on the aesthetics. Although maybe I get points for the color coordination.
;)
lunch, bento colors purple:
- egg scramble with caramelized onions and green peppers in a sundried tomato wrap
- dill and onion roasted potatoes
- carrot sticks
- cherries and nectarine halves