Sunday night

It's the Sunday night of a long weekend, which is my favorite of all Sunday nights. A half chicken is in the oven, along with a huge pan of veggies, roasting away. I'm drinking a virgin Moscow mule, my current fave mocktail. Bobby Darin is crooning at me, the second of the cooking albums, I started with Olé Torme, so good. And I just read Warren Ellis' latest newsletter, so grateful for his continued writing of both Morning Computer and the newsletter. I know there is much crazy right now, but for this one moment, I'm ignoring it and focusing on the good stuff.