QUIET FRIDAY

     Doug and I spent 4 hours cooking and sacking today. A lot of folks from the offices came to the kitchen for coffee, and two head honchos cruised through. It's cold and raining—a good day to be in a kitchen.
     Only five came for sack lunches, the Fancy Lady among them. I said to Doug, "She doesn't work a job, does she?" The residents who work are not there for lunch… and Doug said, "She's too refined to work." No one in our part of the building knows her secrets, but I'll keep my ear to the ground; this is a most unusual story.
     For dinner, we made 40 plates of fried catfish and okra with turnip greens and cornbread. That is good food! On Sunday, I'm making the soup, and Doug will provide a side. See you Sunday!