Or, maybe it was reading this biography in two straight nights (note: not the recommended approach)– damn, that boy *sigh* — and it was a bit too eerie just how many criss-crossing paths our lives had– so maybe that has added to the melancholy.
Will I go a bit overboard with the red fescue?
Henry: nothing fancy– perhaps a poached egg on grilled brioche or a watercress sandwich, or wait, how about a few scallops wrapped in bacon and do you have any of those little cheeses? I just love those. . .