Full moon. Clear night sky. 70 degrees.
Kate and I ate at Dondero’s, an Italian place. Her illness is back on its heels with dayquil and antibiotics. We now share most of our meals, cuts portions and expenses. Makes the meal more intimate, too, since we have to agree on what we want.
After dinner we went upstairs to the Robert Louis Stevenson Library which advertises itself as martinis and sushi. It’s also a jazz bar. An eclectic band played old favorites. We sat out on the balcony and ate artisanal cheeses.
These kind of days and meals make for the memories which build and sustain our relationship. We’re lucky to have them.