Scrambled eggs with black beans and tortillas, plus a bloody mary

Today I answered one of the less profound questions about self and solitude that has structured my interior life in the two-plus years since E. left with roughly half the housewares: does a person who lives alone really need more than one towel? I bought two and celebrated the unexpectedly exhausting errand with scrambled eggs and a complimentary bloody mary at a burrito place on Flatbush. As I was paying my bill, L. called, so I walked over to 5th Avenue and nursed a cafe au lait while she ate a chicken sandwich for lunch and we deconstructed our respective Friday nights. Hers was infinitely more exciting, though it lacked Camp Rock.

 

Yogurt and cereal and an apple

I may have had fantasies of a plate of curried vegetables or a taco and a Tecate, but sometimes a person gets stuck at home waiting for a delivery. Grocery shopping is right at the top of my list of scheduled reproductive labor, but see previous sentence. I ended up a little stuck assembling from what little was available in the apartment and not frozen. So I had another bowl of yogurt and cereal and the last apple in the house while reading a magazine and listening to some music. Then I did the dishes and returned to a Saturday of hard-core puttering around my apartment and off-and-on napping.

 

Bacon, egg, and cheese on an onion bagel

S. and I had nearly a week of our lives to dissect and hash out and comb through at his kitchen table over cups of hot coffee and bowlful of strawberries, so by the time we left for breakfast it was lunchtime. We intended to go to Bergen Bagels, but halfway down the block we saw D. heading in, and I sure didn’t want that for lunch after an already stressful weekend. Too sad. So we went to La Bagel Delight instead. I had the bacon, egg, and cheese on an onion bagel. S. had a poppy bagel with lox and tomato, no cream cheese. We ate outside. It was warm in the sun, but the breeze was chilly enough that my egg got cold before I was finished. I sort of hated that.