Slowly does it...

I disassembled the monitor setup at the Webster house and brought it back to Seabrook, and lo-and-behold, managed to cobble it back together in my old office space, though to be frank, as I sit here typing, something feels "off," but I can't tell what.

Maybe I'll be in better shape to figure out what tomorrow, after a good night's rest.

Galina surprised the heck out of me this evening by offering to make chicken marsala for dinner.

"Since when do we have Marsala wine in the house?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" said Galina, and showed me a jar of Tikka Masala sauce.

A completely different cuisine, but not objectionable in the least.

We had a good laugh, and both enjoyed dinner.

Wow. Is it only 8 pm? I need to maybe do some reading for a while.

Cheers...