restless but staying indoors on a typically humid weekday.
whipped up some potato and mushroom gratin for lunch, courtesy of Nigella Express (a great cookbook, by the way, laden with lovely snaps of her tempting, easy-to-make creations)
watched a repeat of the epic Wimbledon final from the fifth set onwards because i’d a bad headache at 3am and was extremely edgy from all that drama.
drank alotta tea.
not quite inclined to commit more words from the GRE hit list to memory right now.
