46 days later. Still here.
That’s my evil officemate, Fluffy the Cat, peering over my computer at me earlier today. Not pictured is Fatty the Cat staring at me through the window.
It’s Roberto’s birthday today and as last year on his birthday, our fridge died with a boatload of delicious cheese in it, the toilet bowl stopped working and both cats had infections from fighting, we’re doing pretty good this year. I don’t think I could handle all those things going wrong in lockdown. My chipped tooth is making me nutty enough and it’s pretty benign.
Wasa crackers with robiola cheese and tomatoes for breakfast. We made the same salad as yesterday with mackerel and chickpeas for lunch as work was busy and it was delicious and super quick, but this time we ate it with friselle, a twice-baked Puglian bread with a seemingly infinite shelflife. Czech goulash with pork for dinner with English muffins and roasted asparagus on the side.
Eat well. Stay safe.