Fried Green Spinellas

          Another three hours of sleep due to unrestrained excitement about sleeping alone, another morning of nausea at work. I spend a few hours per week covering the front desk for Jacob, our young, beardly office manager, and my shift today was mercifully quiet. At lunch, I had gazpacho for the first time, and was startled by how indelicate it was on the tongue. (I guess I was expecting something with the smoothness of bisque, except cold.) I worked more overtime to finish out that media audit, then went home to chill out with Johnny and Nathan. We watched more House of Cards, moved the furniture, and sheltered from the heavy rain outside. It was hot this afternoon -- hence the gazpacho -- but it sure cooled down out there.