Later, I went over to Carole's for dinner. She cooked a lovely butternut squash curry apple potato soup. Jon brought bread and cheese, I brought wine and pie from PCC. The soup was too much and the pie remained untouched.
After dinner and sitting on the couch listening to music, we didn't feel like drinking or going out and it was too late to see a movie so we went to see Anaphalaxis. The acting and the production and the writing were surprisingly good and the whole thing seemed like a George Saunders short story. [ "Jon", a George Saunders short story ]