And wins. Gave motorists quite an eyeful this afternoon from the patio. It was golden and warm out so the door had been open all morning. I could ignore the invitation no longer and as I’d already snacked through every other available post-Thanksgiving option, I risked it and kept my date with the pomegranate – arguably one of the messiest fruits known to humankind. While the skin had morphed into shell, there was enough juice to race the knife to the plate and stain my fingers. Though outside I could not bring myself to spit the pips over the wall. Still I did not make for a dainty picture. Eye on the mend, I was happy to be outside in pajamas with no papers waiting to be graded all weekend long.
