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Friday’s Feast #1

This week, I’m trying a new idea – every Friday I will complete the Friday’s Feast. Since I often write ahead of the actual days my posts go up, I will be a week behind, though.

So, without further adieu, I give you my first Friday’s Feast.

Appetizer: What is your favorite type of art?

I really enjoy a lot of impressionist paintings but also the morbid artwork that you’d find from Barlowe or Alex Grey, who did the TOOL album art for Salival and 10,000 Days.

Soup: When was the last time you got a free lunch (or breakfast or dinner)? Who paid for it?

Does coffee count? No, I suppose not. I believe it was about three weeks ago, when my mother-in-law took my daughter and I for brunch at a nearby “diner.” I had meatloaf, garlic mashed potatoes and steamed veggies. Zoë shared with me and also had a few french fries. We all split a chocolate milk shake, too.

Salad: On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how emotional are you?

I can normally hold it around an eight, but during those more scorned or hormonal or stressed moments, I’m a 10, for sure. Tissues and sleeves are used quite often in my house; you’ll find me giggling, jumping or clapping with happiness just as often as using the tissues.

Main Course: Approximately how long do you spend each day responding to emails?

Something I need to work on – assigning specific emailing times so that I don’t lose focus on what really needs to be done or risk inefficiency. I cumulatively probably spend somewhere around an hour and a half a day responding to emails.

Dessert: To what temperature do you usually set your home’s thermostat?

I don’t have a thermostat to control. I usually turn the knob on my heater up (or what I think is up) if it seems cold and open the windows if it seems hot. I have single-pane older windows in my apartment – that don’t close all the way – but air circulation is a real problem in here, so I’ll normally choose to put on a sweater and crack a window if I’m cold. Just as long as Zoë is a good temperature, I don’t touch the heat.