Last night, my mom made a nice, healthy dinner—scallops with broccoli and brown rice. She made some teryaki steak for my dad, and I had a little bit of that, too.
This morning, my mom made me an omelette with some mozzarella and bruschetta.
And then asked me what the hell I was doing when I put my plate on the rug by the door to take a picture.
He was wondering, too.
For lunch, I had yesterday’s sandwich…and split one of these Crumbs with both of my parents for dessert.
Oh, wait…I am home for Christmas! And it’s wonderful.
But before I came home, I went to work for a while this morning. And got a bagel because last night’s events necessitated it.
Then, I met up with my mom. When I’m coming home for more than overnight, she usually picks me up because I usually have too much to carry on the train (Bailey in his carrying case is really heavy). Today, she met me at my office and we did a little spontaneous sightseeing. The plan was just to see my love, the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center (also just known as THE TREE).
(Even the prettiest of things have a bad day sometimes.)
But, once we walked past Rockefeller Center, my mom decided she wanted to go up to the observation deck. As I’d never been up there, I was game for it.
Looking north at Central Park
Requisite psuedo-artsy shot
Looking down from 70-something stories is really not recommended if you’re mildly hungover.
Me and my mama.
No, really, don’t look down if you’ve had a few drinks the night before.
Once we got back to Jersey, we went to a little restaurant called Cafe L’Amore for lunch. I started with vegetable soup, because I was freezing.
and then I had half of a sandwich with chicken, arugula, sun-dried tomatoes and mozzarella.
Later, I went for a run. It sucked. But I went.