November 26--Henri Fantin-Latour, Summer Flowers. The scent of old roses filled the room like a lover's caress. It teased her senses and made Gail restless. She had picked the bouquet the morning before David left for his meeting with the estate managers and each time she looked at them she wished she had gone with him. True, he'd be in meetings all day every day but she could have a late supper sent to the room when he returned. They would change into their robes and sit side by side eating savory soups and comforting stews. Do they even have such foods at places like that, she wondered. How foolish of her to think that they would. David would go for drinks with them and they have a gourmet meal with the managers. His unsophisticated wife would be a hindrance, she was sure of that.
I see a dalliance with the gardener in her future, don't know why. Ah well, it's time for me to plunge back into the workaday world after my week of mostly not working. I've got my soup all portioned out (urk, fruit, I forgot the fruit) and now it's time to hit the starting blocks. On your mark, get set, GO!