Wednesday, September 12

drosophila melanogaster or a close cousin circles in the dead air of the kitchen. I have a squash in the oven. There was supposed to be hamburger casserole and stir-fried frozen vegetables ("California Style, with Broccoli, Corn, Black Beans, & Peppers"), but Elizabeth brought home slices of pizza instead, saying that she couldn't do hamburger again. Now I don't know what will become of the squash.

We're leaving for Kansas in the morning.