Last night I entertained Matt and his wife, Stacey. It was a simple affair, just a home-cooked meal, a few candles glowing in the apartment, and some honest conversation. We first sat in my comfortable chairs and enjoyed some crackers and cheese, and then moved to the table for an unpretentious casserole of orzo and mushrooms accompanied by a light salad. It was a modest evening that brought more than a little joy to my heart.

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I awoke this morning to the soft tapping of raindrops on the windowpane. The forecast calls for floods. I believe I’ll be indoors most of today, settled beneath a glowing lamp with some good books.