Warts and all

I worked at home today. I like my own company in small doses; a day is about enough 'though, even with plenty of work to keep me busy. And I was  tired, I don't know why, so it was a good day not to get in the car.

I took a walk in the garden during the morning and found the last two apples hanging on the tree. One looks more like a cricket ball with a seam than an apple. They struck me as gnarled and beautiful, much nicer than the silly polished apples in a supermarket. Warts'n'all is a much better thing than faking it.

Scout was in and out about a hundred times, enjoying the mild weather. Poor Dylan could only stare out mournfully. I went to the gym in my lunch hour which was mercifully quiet. 

We had an email conversation about Secret Santa this afternoon. I made a plea for consumable presents only. I have had some dire secret santa presents down the years. The most insulting was a beginners guide to photography...

Home made butternut squash soup for lunch. I made some stilton toast to chuck in it.

Listening to a New York Jazz station on the internet tonight. One track had the lyrics

This is you
This is real
This is truly the way you feel


which was good to know.

Feeling like these apples tonight. A bit past it with too many knobbly bits, but at least authentic and colourful ...