My dear professor is still finalizing his book manuscript. I
will not comment on this extensively. It is painful to watch, that’s all I’ll
say, although there are some not-as-unpleasant parts about it.
Yesterday when I came into the kitchen to prepare a meal for
our dinner guest later that night, I found that my husband had got our nicest
cut of meat out of the freezer and proceeded to start making salted cured beef.
The other night I was working on a translation when I smelled the sweet aroma
of homemade caramel apples from the kitchen, also the creation of my man. He even threw in some caramel popcorn that the boys and I enjoyed with a movie. All the while the dear professor went back to his work, of course.
Me? I just clean up afterwards, and enjoy the treats his
procrastination produces.
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