Wet Weekend
For the second weekend in a row, Kathleen decided not to go in to the office. She has plenty to do, but she finds that she’s more productive after she has taken a few days off. For the first time in almost two years, she can actually fit everything into a lengthy five-day week.
We celebrated in various ways. On Friday night, we went to the last showing of No Reservations. Imagine, two movies (for me) in one day, and both of them excellent. Then, last night, we had dinner at Orsay. Orsay is a Franco-Upper East Side establishment that’s rather posher than a bistro but much more relaxed than one of the old temples of gastronomy. I repeated the dinner that I had when we went there a few weeks ago: gazpacho followed by a terrine of duck pâté. Accompanying the pâté was a small container of seasoned fleur du sel – and never have I found salt so delicious. Kathleen sprinkled some on her salmon and was also transported.
If Kathleen can stay away from the office on Sunday, so can I. Aside from writing this entry, I’ve nothing to do with my day job. Well, not directly. I’ve read the Book Review, of course, and most of the Times. I’ve finished one novel, Min Jin Lee’s Free Food For Millionaires, and begun another, Andrew O’Hagan’s Be Near Me. Next up: Christian Jurgensen’s The Exception.
Here’s hoping that you had a good weekend as well.
