Dinner was also at home (I hope nobody's defecting due to my lack of eating out). Pasta with steamed asparagus and cherry tomatoes. This morning I was going to make white chocolate pancakes like the boyfriend had in Apalachicola. But, well, it's afternoon now ... so no pancakes. Who knows what I'll do with the rest of my day. One thing or another, I'm sure. I've started a new knitting project, another afghan, but this time made of many, many individual squares. I could knit. Yeah. I read a book the other day. Now I'm reading a new book. It's cold outside or that's what my hands tell me. I've been thinking about secrets and the concept of home. Eh. We'll see.