Last night some of us went shopping for food just up the street from where we live. We were too tired to figure out what to eat and my friend remembered that she had pasta, tuna, and sauce at home. So we each bought a beer (yes,1 beer), OR NOT: “Sorry, no alcohol after 6.”

Fortunately, I still had some pear cider at home. It was perfect with the tuna dish. Is it ever nice to chat in the kitchen with good company, drink, and food. That’s all I needed to feel at home away from home.

All I bought that night was laundry soap. The lady at the store didn’t even say “No laundry on a Saturday night!”