This week, it’s a frozen pizza!

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Monday: Chicken meatballs.

We’re going to have these on pita bread with tzatziki sauce. I’m really glad I didn’t have to say that to you, because I have no idea how to pronounce it.

Tuesday: Bangers & mash.

Petey loved this so much when we had it on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s also exceptionally simple. Win and win.

Wednesday: Mac & cheese & peas.

The peas are added on an as-needed basis. That is to say, I add them to Pete’s after it’s in his bowl, so that nary a vegetable touches Poppy’s food.

Thursday: Breakfast for dinner.

Either omelets or scrambled eggs with veggie sausages.

Friday: Pizza

I’m beginning to wonder whether we’ll have a week without macaroni & cheese and/or pizza.

“My guilt is all I have left.”

"Ironweed"The ML100 continues to depress! William Kennedy’s “Ironweed” tells the story of Francis Phelan, a homeless man who has been almost entirely consumed by guilt. Ultimately, it’s a story about redemption, but the reader has to slog through quite a lot of sadness and destruction (and ghosts) to get to it. There wouldn’t really be a story at all without that slogging, though, so I suppose that was the whole point. I wasn’t deeply touched by the story, but it wasn’t bad.

I’m still trying to work out on what merits the Modern Library chose their Top 100. So far, it seems to be closed-off characters and a heavy dose of long, rambling internal monologues.

Not on the same wavelength

Rockford is out for a work dinner at a fancy-pantsy restaurant this evening. It’s the kind of place that has a dress code and charges $40 for a steak, so when he asked, “Do you want me to bring you anything?” I said no, because I didn’t want to pay that much.

“Oh,” he said. “I meant I could stop for a five-layer burrito on the way home.”