the rumble of distant stomachs
Saturday, August 20th, 2005Jeremy should be arriving home any minute now. I last saw him at 5:30 this morning on his way to do his astronomer thing. I bet he is hungry because I only sent him with a smidgen of brekkie and some lunch and three fun size butterfingers. I have dinner on the stove as I type… and then it’s off to bed because we are getting up even earlier tomorrow to summit (twice) before the storms roll in. They did their boom boom today and finally delivered rain around 6. At that time I was preparing sour cream coffee cake:
ready for the oven

ready for the tummy




