I forget how much I love Indian food until I have it.
Last night was book club and as usually it was only two of us. We met at a local Indian restaurant, Naan Cafe, and ate like kings. I think I am actually still a little stuffed from last night. We discussed books, chose new ones, and then rolled ourselves out.
I still have delicious dreams of last night’s meal.
My mood is blah. My stress is high. My hope is neutral.
But my little house should have a new roof soon.
Yippee!
Now two videos that put a huge smile on my face.
