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.