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Lunch al fresco with Marge at the Good Earth today. Another glorious day here in Minnesota, as usual. Ha. Funny how easily arrogance settles in. No, I’m grateful, I’m grateful, I swear I’m grateful. I’m not attempting to tempt the weather gods, I’m no fool. I spent nine years of my life in Grand Forks, North Dakota, for (weather) gods’ sake. No one from Grand Forks tempts the weather gods. I savored every balmy, honey-hued minute of this day, first on the patio of the Good Earth, chatting and laughing with Marge, who arrived looking fresh and hip and impossibly young with a new short haircut. I enjoyed a cup of carrot soup and half of a veggie sandwich, packed with all the good stuff – crispy peppers, cucumber, and onion; creamy avocado; and a slice of Swiss and tomato. Then at home on our deck, followed by a little stint with an Architectural Digest down by the pool, then back up on the deck for a little solo dinner al fresco. My favorite dine-alone meal, an over-easy egg on toast topped with chopped arugula. Glass of wine. Dessert of a slice of cheese. Yeah. It’s all gooooooooood.