Tonight was dinner alone night. Hubby had a late meeting which actually ran later than he'd anticipated. Well, with two dogs and two cats one is never really alone but I digress. He missed out on a fabulous dinner: baked potato ( if you're Dan Quail that would be 'potatoe', and most of you are likely to young to get that), salad, and a rather nicely done steak. By nicely done I mean pink in the middle. After 49 years I believe I've finally discovered the trick to cooking a nice steak on the cook top. Please let me know if you'd like to know the trick. I'd rather share it with you than let you spend 49 years trying to figure it out. I though about single people eating dinner alone which turned my thoughts to my mom. I dislike the thought of her eating alone every night. I wonder if she actually eats, alone or otherwise. Loneliness is just this great big well that sucks you down. In other news, I found the cat on top of the toilet
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