[quiet evenings]

[quiet evenings]

My evenings during the week have become quiet ones.

It’s just me and my Liz.

Soundtrack from the Grey’s Anatomy is crooning softly…

Patty Griffin sings a song that fits my mood,

Sometimes I feel like 
I’ve never been nothing but tired 
And I’ll be walking 
Till the day I expire 
Sometimes I lay down 
No more can I do 

The crepes, my latest obsession are about to be ready, just a couple more to go.

I don’t do well with this whole living-on-my-own thing.

Anyone wants to share a cup of coffee with fresh crepes and Canadian maple syrup?

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