Our early spring has turned back into winter. The weather cooled, the sky grew gray and eventually it rained. It was just a drizzle at first, but by the time I went to bed there was a steady downpour against the window pane. It's comforting to go to bed with the sound of rain in your ears -- as long as you're inside, snuggling under the warm covers and not outside in the wet and cold. How lucky we are to have a roof over our heads!
The weekend has been all about comfort, including comfort food, of course. I cooked up a storm: cornbread and chicken soup, Thai beef salad and finally, at midnight, apple crisp, because Bob and I were still hungry. We scarfed it up as we listened to the BBC's midnight broadcast about the Egyptian protests. No one in that country is comfortable. Revolution is not a comfortable thing. But neither is hunger. And the average Egyptian wage is only $2 a day.
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