a day like all days, filled with those events which alter and illuminate our times

Yesterday was pleasantly uneventful. Weather almost springlike, so I got out a bit on my walker. Went to a nice Indian restaurant for lunch, the New Krishna.

I read a couple more chapters to Gay and Judith, and then they went off in search of a ready-broiled chicken for dinner. None to be had, so they got a raw one and handed it to me.

Not much work at all. I did it country French style, slathering it in butter and then squeezing lemon juice all over it. Put it in the oven and then Judith ...