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The whole house smells of tomatoes; every year I tell David not to grow so many, every year we have bushels. I feel like Randy and Mona in Then There Were Five. We've made sauce, salads, given them away with a lavish hand, cursing any friends selfish enough to be growing their own (the nerve!) and today I made a batch of soup while David put a loaf of bread on to bake in the breadmaker.
He's gone out fishing and I've just been good and done 60 pages of proofing and now I'm desultorily adding a paragraph or two to the Sentinel fic which is slowing down on me for some reason, and then mooching over to the Stargate Awards and reading/voting on a category or two. I gave up on the idea of doing it all in one day; too many fics. I've voted in about 12 categories now.
Lazy Sundays... got to love them :-)
He's gone out fishing and I've just been good and done 60 pages of proofing and now I'm desultorily adding a paragraph or two to the Sentinel fic which is slowing down on me for some reason, and then mooching over to the Stargate Awards and reading/voting on a category or two. I gave up on the idea of doing it all in one day; too many fics. I've voted in about 12 categories now.
Lazy Sundays... got to love them :-)