sad bread

There are moments when I do miss gluten.

We waited in a long line yesterday at the french bakery to get breakfast for my mother’s birthday.

Worth the wait, my family said, afterwards.

This morning we  have passed the computer around, looking at the photo below and laughing at the creepiness of having someone’s head reflected on a loaf of bread so perfectly.
And if it not a reflection, it is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. 


I have every intention of getting some work done on this vacation but it is Tuesday afternoon and I can’t bring myself to pick up the phone. Elisa has gotten sick and is upstairs sleeping. Everyone else has left for the afternoon to  swim in a secret pond. Now would be a good time. The house is quiet. Maybe too quiet.

Maybe I should wait until after I sit in the sun for a few minutes with lemonade and my book.

Do you see what I’m up against?