Tonight I dined to the tick tock of the clock on the wall in our living room. I made a simple salad of arugula, olive oil, grana padano, sea salt and lemon juice. I read a magazine at the dining room table. When I was done, I took the time to empty the dishwasher and made a cup of tea to eat with chocolate covered goji berries. I did not drink alcohol, I did not play music, turn on the tv, check the blackberry or use the phone. I dined, read, and wondered if other people do this all the time.
It was nice, but remarkable enough and so uncommon in my life that I needed to capture it. Tom will be home soon but for a little while, with the lucky circumstance of sleeping boys, it was silent enough in my house to hear the clock tick tock.
