A Nice Night with the Crickets

I was going to write about what I cooked for dinner tonight (Hunan "tacos", and the pitfalls of grating English cucumbers). I was going to write some of Not Providence. I was going to write about the important passing here in my home country.

But tonight, where words should be, I have fog. And the best part? That's kind of okay.

I don't have a deadline looming. I don't feel I've been unsuccessful this week. I don't have a weekend crammed with engagements looking to keep me separate from my keyboard.

I have a night to rest. And a great book to read. And so I think that's what I'll do.

P.S. The Hunan tacos were terrific.