Moroccan Fare, Mulberries, and Maine.
So much running around...yesterday evening I threw together some "Moroccan" food; quotes are necessary, as I've never had true Moroccan food, so who knows what I truly made: some chicken with olives & lemons, saffron, cinnamon, & garlic; couscous with roasted tomatoes & peppers, wilted onions; a salad of oranges and roasted beets. We fed Ek & Michelle. Oh, there was also a strawberry-blueberry pie, but the whole wheat crust lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. Later I got my ass kicked in Scrabble. The humiliation!

The neighbors have a mulberry tree. The mulberries just fall on the sidewalk. These are the unfriendly neighbors. I'd like to pilfer the mulberries (they're damn jewels)...they wouldn't care...but there's never a good opportunity.

Tomorrow I go to work, then turn around, come home and pack. We'll be in Maine for a week. It's about time I had a vacation. Seriously, I just run and run and run, as does N. I can't wait to relax. Spending time with my parents is rarely relaxing, but a day or two at the beach could be pretty chill.