We ate lunch. I had kale and chicken, leftovers. He nibbled at his sandwich and fruit, congested and uninterested. I anticipated this and only gave him half portions. I’m glad; I hate wasting food.
On the way home from school, Mikey asked if I knew the proper way to kill a vampire. That’s the game they were playing at recess and he wanted to make sure he had all his weaponry straight. I told him there is nothing wrong with kickball.
He did homework, I sold a buffet we had in the dining room. A couple from Craigslist promised to come over and they did. I’m close to getting that china cabinet I’ve had my eye on. I’m excited.
We had tofu fajitas for dinner. Mikey continued his campaign against the lowly soybean. Nico made up for his missed lunch. It was delicious, even for Mikey. He stuffed two corn tortillas to overflowing with peppers, onions, and guacamole, then ate more without a tortilla. Nico did the same, with the addition of tofu.
It was a quiet day, one spent looking at the clouds. Bright and white and cold. It was nice. It was Tuesday.