Just came back from a walkabout with emjayne downtown. The girl is a natural storyteller and had me in stitches. Caught 30 seconds of a gypsy music show in Square Phillip (hey MJ, remember to come see the blues show next wednesday!). Bought a book at chapters for new reading material, and now I'm back at the office, munching on a roast beef roll.
That sounds really mundane, but you have no idea how long it's been since I've had a good sandwich. Basically, it's leftover roast beef from the sirloin roast I cooked this weekend, with dijon mustard, red onions, green peppers, romaine lettuce and slices or jarlsberg rolled up in a pita bread. You see, my allergies make eating processed meats an iffy thing (I had a bad experience with store-bought roast beef a few years back), so it's been a really, really long time since I ate a good sandwich. I can't honestly remember the last time. It's little things like that that make me happy. Rediscovering the joys of a simple, little sandwich.
*munch munch, happy sigh*