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I woke up this morning with a funky tummy. A little achy, a bit queasy and totally hungry. I thought for sure it was a combination of the tale-end of my period and a body ready for breakfast. But even after cantaloupe and a piece of toast, it wasn’t feeling better. But I went to work anyway. After lunch, it just got worse. Around 3:30 pm, I surrendered and headed home.

Upon collapsing into bed, this was the light in the room. It makes me a little sad that I miss this each afternoon.

I’ve never been much for ice cubes. I’ve always had smaller freezers, and that precious real estate was reserved for food, not frozen water. Except, during these sticky, desperately hot Philadelphia summer days, I craved iced coffee, water, tea. I’ve been filling and refilling two small silicone trays, each day making ice to keep me sane.

Well hello, corn season. I am delighted that you are here!

Walking home from 30th Street Station tonight, the sky was so blue and the moon, a perfect crescent.

After work, I met a friend for drinks, where we spent two hours talking about canning, seasonal food and blogging. My kind of evening. On my way home, I contemplated getting gelato, but opted instead of homemade salsa and a handful of tortilla chips.

Thursday night was the monthly night out with some of my girlfriends. This time we ate at Tacqueria Veracruzana in South Philly. I do love their $6 plate of tacos al pastor.

Last night, after a fun dinner at Le Bec-Fin (their four courses for $40 deal) with friends Dan and Becca, Scott and I wandered into our neighborhood Barnes and Noble. Scott did what he always does when in a bookstore. He searches out his book and gives it more prominent placement.

I will admit, however, that this photo was somewhat staged. He is not normally so obvious about it (nor does he typically look like he could bore holes through the book with his eyeballs). But I was standing there with my camera, asking for an instant replay, so he gave me this.

Waking up this morning was tough, as the city was blanketed by a grey, sopping storm. My block and a half walk to work left me soaked, despite my enormous umbrella. However, by the time I returned home, the only traces of the massive rainfall were a few quickly diminishing puddles.

Several weeks ago, Scott and I were at Lowes. Looking at all the lovely tiles and new sinks, I was suddenly overcome with a wave of despondency about the shabby state of our kitchen. Scott asked me if there was anything we could do to in the immediate future to make it somewhat better. Through my melancholy I said, “well, I’ve always wanted under-cabinet lights.” And so we came home with two sets. Immediately my outlook brightened.