Monday's journal

I woke up to silence this morning. No child and no husband. Didn't know what to do with myself. So I called my husband and went to pick up my child early from the grandparents. I just didn't feel quite like myself being all alone. Weird. You'd think I'd eat up the quiet, uninterrupted moments.

I ate sushi for lunch. The rice was sticky. The avocado creamy. The tuna fresh as fresh can be. The wasabi made me cry, and the soy sauce was a delicate balance of salty and sweet. Sushi, you have my dance card full.

I tried salmon for the first time tonight. Well, not really. But when I dressed up the fresh fish with a simple outfit of olive oil, salt, pepper, a squeeze of lemon and baked it on high heat for 10 minutes, I felt as if I'd never really tasted salmon before. So creamy and soft. Um, Salmon? I'll save some of those dances for you, ok?

I washed the evening away with an impromptu margarita. The glasses are all packed up save for a few mugs (which were dirty) and some large plastic tumblers (wasn't looking to get plastered). So I opted to drink my beverage in one of my daughter's sippy cups. Irresponsible. Ironic. Delicious.