Thursday I went up to school, enjoyed an Iced Coffee at the Bookstore, and cleaned out my locker. I felt sad cleaning it out, although removing my blanket triggered a fond memory of the time I camped out and took a nap on the lawn.
I've been eating okra every couple of days, thanks to the plant on my doorstep. (Supplemented, when needed, with frozen okra.) Stir-fried and microwaved, mostly. If I had one of these I'd probably be preparing a whole lot more corn-meal breading.
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