Esme helped him roll the meatballs up and put them in the pan. She said it felt yucky.
Grinding in the bread crumbs
And everything Esme does is on wheels.
I slept in this morning, the first time in a long time I've been able to do so. And of course, my brain had to take off on some deep philosophical jaunt. I got a somewhat creepy short story out of it, though. 'House of Sunlight', which I published on Niume. The story is actually the combination of three storyarcs that were in the dream, and as dreams do, weren't entirely connected. But I was able to somewhat draw them together into one. I am finishing up reading my book today and trying to stay warm. I was so very very cold at work last night I had to go put my hat and scarf on inside the building for a while.
Mark says it will warm up soon!