No biology today, no current affairs or diatribes, just a something and nothing post about a perfectly lovely evening. Last night we had two friends--whom we don't see nearly often enough--round for pizza and wine and beer, and delicious salad with our patented tofu dressing, and homemade crême brulée (Kelley got to play with the blowtorch; she was very happy). We talked about this and that (our lives, politics, literature, film, work, the economy, food) for a few hours, then parted ways. No drama, no stress, no angst.
I'm smiling. I wish more of life were like that.