Dinner for One

It's lonely around here. I took SWMBO to the airport the other day and she is at this moment visiting with her mother and assorted other relations in Dublin for a couple of weeks. I am not cut out to be a bachelor. I might have handled the Consecrated Life all right; who can tell? But this not-having-a-wife-where-there-is-supposed-to-be-a-wife is not on. Conversations for one don't work all that well. And I don't have any recipes for one, either.

In the meantime, there is nothing quite so consoling as cleaning out files, removing clutter, and simplifying the work-space. I have no idea why that should be. But it is so.